Verse 1

Can you hear the death bells that chime?

Is it midnight yet? Is it time?

To kneel in front of you again,

A heart that bleeds from all the pain.

Chorus

Oh, deliver me from the sin

That his lips have etched on my skin.

Oh, deliver me from the sin

Of being where I have once been.

Oh, deliver me from

Verse 2

This sorry excuse of a life.

Maybe I'll just pick up a knife,

Chop away my twisted darkness,

His sermon of that perverseness.

Chorus

If you don't deliver me from the sin

That his lips have etched on my skin.

Please deliver me from the sin

Of being where I have once been.

Oh, deliver me from

Bridge

A body that feels so filthy.

Oh, deliver me from me,

From all this religious guilt

That's filling me up to the hilt

In a way he never could.

Oh, deliver me, and in return,

Take my eternal servitude.

Chorus

Oh, deliver me from the sin

That his lips have etched on my skin.

Oh, deliver me from the sin

Of being where I have once been.

Oh, deliver me from… me.