Gore. - Babylon

(Te he amado como Dios amó su hijo) I thought it was fruit on the tree hanging in Eden God’s given gift I wanna meet him Guilt of the lamb Dying of thirst, waist deep in the Jordan I look at you, and wish my love had not been a burden Baptize me Define me My souls’ delivered I hope I’m yours From Bethlehem to Babylon When the flood comes, bury me in your arms I want my love to burn in your lungs The same love that tortures my tongue And how can it be the same? You’ve taken everything from me but my name And I should share the blame I think you love me, but your love is too late I look at the cross Don’t we all want something from nothing? Is it not enough (dying for everything)? Killing a dream Holding it close while it bleeds Sundered by death, I love the way that it hurts me Baptize me Terrorize me My sins forgiven I hope I’m yours From Bethlehem to Ba