Midnight Society - Dead And Divine

Midnight Society - Dead And Divine
I'm about as holy as a bullet riddled body is
I'm crooked I'm bent been left for dead
And I'm malcontent
With the fact that I'm feeling fine
Aside from my blackened lungs and misshapen spine
I gave myself to the night
And if you come to me in search of faith
You will find me rotting in the bowels of a saint
We've polluted our own
We reap what we sow
And nothing can save our souls
Do we want it no
Do we need it no
Do we believe it
Are we compelled to care for love
To find a love we know nothing of
We gave ourselves to the night
We gave ourselves to the night
I believe in sin cause sin believes in me
It carries my head on a stick and worships it
How can I forgive when I'm up to my neck in this
You better repent repent
You've carved yourself a witch
You've carved yourself a witch
Come on come give yourselves to the night
Come on give yourselves to the night
Do we want it no
Do we need it no
Do we believe it
Are we compelled to care for love
To find a love we know nothing of
We gave ourselves to the night
You will find me rotting in the bowels of a saint
You will find me rotting in the bowels of a saint