Passion's Killing Floor (HIM)

It's poetry carved in flesh This beautiful hell of ours To the deadliest sin we confess (Tears of joy fill our eyes) We are saved with its bigotries My out-there prophecies of doom My heart's a graveyard, baby And to evil we make love On our passion's killing floor In my arms, you won't sleep safely And of lust we are reborn On our passion's killing floor At the first kiss the seeds of hatred are sewn Back into darkness we flee (To tear our hearts out) We are saved where all fates fail The light inside of our tomb My heart's a graveyard, baby And to evil we make love On our passion's killing floor In my arms, you won't sleep safely And of lust we are reborn On our passion's killing floor My heart's a graveyard, baby And to evil we make love On our passion's killing floor In my arms, you won't sleep safely And of lust we are reborn On our passion's killing floor (My heart's a graveyard, baby) My heart's a graveyard, baby On our passion's killing floor (In my arms, you won't sleep safely) And to evil we make love On our passion's killing floor Forever more. . .