Holy roller sits in the garden we fled
Blood into wine, take my body instead
Holy roller sits in the garden we fled
Blood into wine, take my body instead
Holy roller
Stand to the left of me in paradise
Holy ghosts will
Born of blood in Seraphim
To grip the Nazarene
Crown of God, you wear it thin
To come and rapture me
Holy roller sits in the garden we fled
Blood into wine, take my body instead
Holy roller sits in the garden we fled
Blood into wine, take my body instead
Stand to the left of me in paradise
Holy ghosts will
Fade into oblivion like a blade
Falling slowly, curse the holy down
And when I die, you won't pray for me
That's when I learn to cut my ties
And when I die, you won't pray for me
That's when I learn to cut my ties
Holy roller sits in the garden we fled
Blood into wine, take my body instead
Holy roller
Stand to the left of me in paradise
Holy ghosts will
Fade into oblivion like a blade
Falling slowly
Down
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