HE LOVES ME, HE LOVES ME NOT
HE LOVES ME A LITTLE, HE HATES ME A LOT
SO FOR FORTY DAYS AND FORTY NIGHTS
I'VE HAD THESE DREAMS OF TAKING FLIGHT
AND RISING ABOVE THIS CRIMSON FLOOD
TO LEARN WHY HE HAS SHED MY BLOOD
BUT I WAIT OUT THIS STORM WITH BROKEN WINGS
WHILE HE TALKS OF LOVE AND OTHER FALSE THINGS
I COME SILENTLY UNDONE WHEN HE DOESN'T LOOK
SLIPPING A RAZOR FROM BETWEEN PAGES OF THE GOOD BOOK
AND NOW I KNOW I CAN'T MAKE HIM FORGIVE ME THIS SIN-
THAT I WAS BORN THIS GIRL INSIDE OF THIS SKIN
SO A BLACK ROSARY BURNS THE PALM OF MY HAND
WHILE I WAIT FOR AN OBLIVIOUS BOY TO UNDERSTAND
HE SAYS I'M BEAUTIFUL LIKE IT'S A LIE
SO I CROSS MY HEART AND I HOPE TO DIE
AND I CROSS MY LEGS BUT I'M STILL A WHORE
I SOLD HIM MY SOUL AND HE DEMANDS MORE
WHILE HE HIDES BEHIND HIS SELF-RIGHTEOUSNESS
STRIPPING ME OF CLOTHING AND INNOCENCE
FOR EACH OF THESE SEVEN SINS, I WILL PAY
WITH MY OWN CRUCIFIXION, ONE MORE NAIL EACH DAY
AND I'M SCREAMING REPENTANCE IN HIS SACRED NAME
BUT THIS IS MY APOCALYPSE, A GIRL UP IN FLAMES
TO THE FATHER, TO THE SON, TO THE HOLY GHOST
IF YOU SEE HIM, TELL HIM IT'S HIS LIPS I MISS MOST
AND I KNOW YOU BETTER NOW THROUGH THIS BLEEDING DISTORTION
BABY, MY LOVE FOR YOU IS OF BIBLICAL PROPORTION
AND SO LIFE GOES THAT YOU LIVE AND YOU LEARN
HOW TO SMILE WHEN YOU BURN

(2002)
(you'll have to forgive me.. this one came from the epitome of my angry gothy religious-imagery phase.)