you wanna kiss the angels. you wanna trick the gods. to bend to a devotion would cure your broken cause. you wanna kiss the angels. you wanna fuck the gods. to bend to a devotion would crush your broken cause. you want something for all this worship. you want something for all this searching for god. as ugliness is cast as the dice of chance will the spoils prove to be enough? the dregs wash over the hope of reward. the sweet filth is now bored and bitterer. another torch to burn. another light to hide. you want something for all this worship. you want something for all this searching for gods. as ugliness is cast as the dice of chance will the spoils prove to be enough? when the horrors birth at last and your truth is gone as fast will the spoils prove to be enough?