Text: Afghan Whigs. Congregation. This Is My Confession.

This is my confession angel
Let's not make too much about it
This is my confession angel
Let's not make too much about it
Don't say a word
Don't do a thing
Lock yourself inside my dear
This is what i mean
I'm lying now i always do
I know my way around the truth
My need for guilt demands fresh fuel
You've laid your trip upon me now
Won't you take me with you
And it was all just meat to me

You were only meat to me
This is my confession angel
Let's not make too much about it
This is my confession angel
Let's not make too much about it
Don't say a word
Don't do a thing
Don't you move a muscle
Worship silence as your king
Hide in the dark
Block out the light
Tricked into believing that the dog wouldn't bite
And it was all just meat to me
You were only meat to me