here in the throat

• my dying bride - like gods of the sun 'dan bir şarkı.
  
  i need him
  to wash me of my sin
  to take me from this place
  to heal me of my wounds
  i need him
  to clean your mark off me
  to wipe you from my eyes
  to strike you from my heart
  i need him
  
  i know, not what, i do or say
  but i, do what, i say and believe
  
  you need him
  to take you from this place
  to heal you from your wounds
  you need him
  to clean my mark off you
  to wipe me from your eyes
  to strike me from your heart
  you need him
  
  you are, nothing to me, anymore
  i hope, i mean, nothing to you
  
  i want a place to hide, somewhere far from your side
  there is no stopping you, there's nothing you won't do
  you're killing for your god, the stench that you
  have trod
  the world is black to you, until you slay me too
  
  i'm wasted under you, i meant nothing at all
  thank god i wasted you, no longer will i fall
  
  i will live again
  your grasp on me has gone
  your downfall and your end
  at last my peace has come
  
  before i end let me tell you
  never lay down for anyone at all