there's a soft idea,
wrapped around your mind.
you're spread out on the bed.
you're suffering for god.
i want the center of your heart.
i've been wondering what it takes to destroy you.
i found out yesterday:
all you need is humility.
i want the center of your heart.
i recorded your voice on the telephone.
when you heard it, you cried "where am i now?
i've been nailed down"
i want the centre of your heart,
my body's been used and eaten,
but i still feel nothing inside myself,
i sweat when you're on top of me.
and i can't distinguish you from me
i want the centre of your heart,
i know i'm beautiful when you touch me.
i know what you're thinking,
read my mind.
i want the centre of your heart,
hold onto me, hold on,
now be ashamed,
be ashamed