New Found Religion, Pt. I

I wanna lay waste to your altar
Dedicate you to the love gods
Spill your blood out on the wild flowers
Leave you sprawled out on the white covers
Leave the pillow talk to the lovers.
Whispers of the carnal kind
Truth hurts but we cannot hide
Ain't always sunny on the sunny side
Ain't always pretty on the inside
So I guess we take off the masks
Show me all of them scars
You aint gotta ask
You just need to take charge
Am barely conscious
Jack Daniels gets me loquacious
I don't know if
I might offend ya
What lacks in my tone, I make
up for in my wit.
I mean, granted, my chances are hella slim
I wanna drop defences and share backyard skeletons.

You're my New Found Religion.
And I got intentions.
And it's best you know that
They're less than noble.