Heathen's Kiss (normal)

Lyin' on the floor and through your teeth.
Tell me where you've gone, speak softly.
Crawlin' from the dark up to your feet.
Tell me where you've gone, speak gently.
Crawlin' from the dark up to your feet.
Tell me where you've gone, speak softly.
Tell me where you've gone, and what you've done.
A fever keeps on comin', I want none.
Are you true to me?
Are these vows we say profane?
Are you true to me?
Are these vows we make obscene?
Heathens kiss softly.
From their mouthes there's nothing.
They cruelly come gently.
With violent lips smashing.
Heathens kiss softly