Bowing down to my antichrist, he’s got me on my knees again.
He treats me like an enemy, fighting a duel he has to win.
We used to be the best of friends, and then his heart declared a war on me.
As he casts grenades at me, I'll wait for him under the olive tree.
I've got too much hope for us, and this dysfunction has a hold, it's true.
I've got too much faith in love, and it's breaking my heart in two.
He makes me walk the gates of hell to get to knock upon his heaven's door.
Even though it's hard to do, I always run back for more.
In the caress of his fallen angel wings is where my heart does rest.
My head often tells me I should leave him, but my heart is too obsessed.