Love (Dementor)

When you sit on an old wooden bench Devoured by vermin in a moldy temple Home of Jesus, listening to his words And giving him your love till the end Of your life You'll sell out everything To a cruel parasite- he's your love He's stollen everything, your life, your money and your common sense- it's his love Take a stake, pierce his heart Nail him to the floor of his temple Stand above him, baptise him with the liquid From your bladder And show him what the real love is Love is blood It's the decay Mold of thoughts False words Love is murder Redemption from sin The attack against Christian evil Tell yourself: enough ! Stop kneeling down Take a stake, pierce his heart And show him what the real love is He deserves it !