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Do you love me like I love you?

Never put myself above you

All my clothes are bright and clean

But you see through, you see my sin

I saw you on the television

Dying for your holy mission

And if every miracle, all is true

Then how can I not die for you?

Christ

Father of lies

Demands my sacrifice

Demands my blood and cries

And all is holy

I see your power

Your influence

I wish I had your guts

And your confidence

I wish I had your love

I wish that we were friends

I wish I knew who's blood it was

On your hands

Patron of murderers

Head of the snake

Author of the suffering

Christ

Father of lies

Demands my sacrifice

Demands my blood and cries

And all is holy

Patron of murderers

Head of the snake

Author of the suffering