Timshel - Saintseneca

Your supplications could supply cash enough

To suck up even to the worst luck

So if I’m longing for all the wrong things

I shouldn’t long linger on such

Good-hearted Christians

Whip out their weapons

Push them against some sinner’s side

Well-wishing witches

Were something with which

To burn your sins and sticks alike

You’re conspicuous

So I pick you up

Gonna push you against these teeth

So if you want me

Get out and grapple

The flavor of the eater is sweeter to the apple

I was hoping we would open nothing of this sort

Without warning we would join in

And how the blood would pour

Though you’re Abel still unstable

I would be your Cain

Ooh

No one takes your time

Ooh

No one but I

Ooh

No one takes your time

Ooh

No, no one but I