Widow of your love.

So you drove my shitty car to the end of the street,
you got me drinking in the bar at the bottom of your feet,
so you could play god and Jesus
and discuss your simple thesis
with your fellows and your drinking brothers,
who to live and who to love,
between your bar-diciples and the needing others. The needing others!

Oh, you`re firm, you`re fixed, you`re frozen,
in that bread-and-butter-world you`ve chosen.
You`re cold, you`re cruel, you`re vile,
feeding on your love-denial.
-It never was my love you wanted,
but to claim that you are hit and haunted,
to confirm your hypothesis
that you are god and Jesus.

Yet you had no faith when the bush was burning.
You denied, and the world was turning.
You rule reversed,
a love deprive makes you alive.
Your take-away love eclipse our universe.
Your super-soul aims for mind control.
You lured me with your lucious words,
tied me to your vicious world.
You had me going.
You had me gone!
How could I give trust,
when all your love was lust?
Like god you have no love to give,
but all to crave,
let me your flesh to lush,
your blood to drain.

To give your love was so hard,
but to have you was so easy!
You`re my god and Satan.
You grow my greed and hating!
You caress me with your book of Judah,
then you damn me with your hallelujah!
Your satanic verses,
stab me with their curses.
Your evil appraise bought and sold your face.

Your love consumption
is your soul redemption.
You not let be loved!
But your salvation at last.
You`re woven to the core,
where was planted the thorns of Jesus,
the pain of birthing as your mothers fetus.
With your need to be hated,
your forced to be loved!
Your call for our fall,
we`re trapped in your All.

But with your sign of Venus,
still to me you`re god and Jesus.
Your words are my religion,
my virgin left conviction.
Your wounds for me to bleed,
your cross for me to bless,
a love I can`t confess.
Not completed, still undone,
left, pretended and be gone,
eternal pain begun.

Hurt is what you leave us,
like god and Jesus.
Your love, my burden, sacrificed, believed to be!
Grown to my marrow,
bleeding from your broken arrow.
Never bride. Never bride. Never bride.
But widow of your love.
A slave of your absence, your ruling void.
Widow of your love. Widow of your love.