Holy Roller sits in the garden we fled

Blood into wine, take my body instead

Holy Roller sits in the garden we fledBlood into wine, take my body instead

Holy Roller

Stand

To the left of me

In paradise

Holy Ghosts will

Born of blood

In seraphim

To grip the Nazarene

Crown of God

You wear it thin

To come and rapture me

Holy Roller sits in the garden we fled

Blood into wine, take my body instead

Holy Roller sits in the garden we fled

Blood into wine, take my body instead

Stand

To the left of me

In paradise

Holy Ghosts will

Fade

Into oblivion

Like a blade

Falling slowly

Curse the holy down

And when I die, you won′t pray for me

That's when I learn to cut my ties

And when I die, you won′t pray for me

That's when I learn to cut my ties

Holy Roller sits in the garden we fled

Blood into wine, take my body instead

Stand

To the left of me

In paradise

Holy Ghosts will

Fade

Into oblivion

Like a blade

Falling slowly

Down