Infidel

Infidel

Second giving, second coming
don’t need the rapture anymore.
My thoughts don’t think,
of the Antichrist.
I've found my savior,
who cleans my heart,
it’s no god but an angel all the same.

Blasphemy and heresy,
suit me best.
Tailor made for when I think of you,
they fit me well,
no bunching of the sleeves.
I feel naked though,
you've seen me with no clothes.

You and I,
we’re so open.
I trust in you,
so take me with you,
back to your home.
And hold me till I’m dry,
when I’m with you I no longer want to die.