Heels - Q-Tip

I cleanse my skin in flames of hell
From blood and shame and lepers' smell
Flowers unnamed and forsaken by reason
Are growing like weeds in the garden of treason
As man is my victim it's he who I torture
Engaged in perversions with Judas's daughter
I salvage my soul in the essence of violence
My gospel is wisdom but censured and silenced
We dance in nights of broken glass
Where stars collide and dreams collapse
We dance in nights of broken glass
The past we disowned will awaken again
Our conscience of bloodshed bears witness to shame
The world we pursue is forsaken by man
The earth is my kingdom it is where I dance
I salvage myself in perversions and wine
Consumed and depraved by the bondage of time
In lust I redeem all my yearnings and needs
Let's murder in nightmares of pleasures besieged
We dance in nights of broken glass
Where stars collide and dreams collapse
We dance in nights of broken glass
Defiance of worship on thorns I decay
The twilight of conscience my salvage portrayed
The penance of forfeit your verdict received
In judgement we dream of confessions deceived
The killing of mankind won't ever desist
I'm God I am Satan I'm all that there is
The sun is my kingdom it is where I dwell
In high heels we wander through heaven and hell
We dance in nights of broken glass
Where stars collide and dreams collapse
We dance in nights of broken glass