Purified

I trust my heart, my intuition Can’t even stand you one more weekend The party’s over I cry my eyes out The wound is fresh, the water’s soiled There’s no return for love that’s spoiled This is not about cocaine This is not about Jesus Well you’re bruised, and you’re cold And you proved what you sold I cut you out like an infection You’re stuck and starving for confession I’m moving on until you’re purified An easy day for lack of conscience A freezing frame with no objections To your predation No hesitation A soul unhinged from all the wreckage A sadness deeper than a fetish A fragile ego I can break free, though Well you’re bruised, and you’re cold And you proved what you sold I cut you out like an infection You’re stuck and starving for confession I’m moving on until you’re purified La la la la The party’s over And should you wrestle with your demons A single weapon will defeat them The quiet honor No lie can conquer Well you’re bruised, and you’re cold And you proved what you sold I cut you out like an infection You’re stuck and starving for confession I’m moving on until you’re purified Until you’re purified