00:56 - Fire From Faith

It surprises me still, how devoted I am, You're a form of religion, I will be your lamb. To herd or to slaughter, or do what you will, I'm yours for the taking, a vessel to fill. I've found my addiction, but it's one that won't feed On a liquid or tablet, but a different need. For it's writing of you that's my ultimate vice, And no matter the danger I'll pay any price. It kills me that you are the prize I can't get, For the moment at least, so I can't touch you yet. And I hold you in my world of paper and ink, But the pages are fragile, you burn and you sink.