I'd get down on my knees in broken glass,
to worship at your feet
And if there was no glass,
I would break something
that was made of glass
so I could get down on my knees
in broken glass
and worship at your feet
I would walk a road
of a thousand miles
in wornout shoes
to see you
and if my shoes were new
I would destroy them
with a hammer and nails
and a soul turned to steel
so I could walk that road
of a thousand miles
to see you
and you know that I would rather die
than see you shed a single tear
so if you think that you are going to cry
let me know... so I can get out of here
if you were beset
by a horde of sub-humans
a million strong
who feast upon the living
with a hunger undying
perpetually unsleeping
aware of your location
i would be your salvation
so that then you would love me
and if there was no horde
I would create them
and vanquish the living
so that a horde of sub-humans
a million strong
who feast upon the living
with a hunger undying
perpetually unsleeping
could swarm your location
and i would be your salvation
so that then you would love me
