Holy Roller

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
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 Stand
 To the left of me
 In paradise
 Holy Ghosts will
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 Born of blood
 In seraphim
 To grip the Nazarene
 Crown of God
 You wear it thin
 To come and rapture me
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 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
 Stand
 To the left of me
 In paradise
 Holy Ghosts will
 Fade
 Into oblivion
 Like a blade
 Falling slowly
 Down