“My lover’s got humor

His girl is kind of an asshole and has a dark twisted sense of humor

She’s the giggle at a funeral

She’s inappropriate

Knows everybody’s disapproval

And gives no fucks what people think of her

I should’ve worshipped her sooner

It took him awhile to get used to her and realize how great she is

If the Heavens ever did speak

So great, that if the angels and God were to comment on her, they’d say

She is the last true mouthpiece”

She keeps it real and has no filter.

She’s probably considered trashy by his stuck up religious family or peers.

Every Sunday’s getting more bleak

As time progresses and he learns more about his religion and the agenda they push he sees it differently and realizes

A fresh poison each week

It’s not good, but poisonous and hateful

‘We were born sick, ‘ you heard them say it

TheY teach we are destined to fail and have some mysterious entity supposedly controlling everything. There’s no way to change your destiny

My church offers no absolutes

hes realized this through her rebellious spirit and brutal honesty, so he’s become his obsession and his truth. She is the answer to why he is here

She tells me ‘worship in the bedroom’

She doesn’t believe in worshipping something you can’t see or interact with but he can shower love and attention in her bedroom

The only heaven I’ll be sent to

She thinks heaven is bs

Is when I’m alone with you

And our time we live now, is our one chance to find our own heaven. For her, heaven is being with him .

I was born sick, but I love it

She embraces her deviant dirty instincts

Command me to be well

She wants to be dominated

Amen. Amen. Amen

here he’s agreeing very much

Take me to church

Take me to bed

I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

I’ll do whatever you want and don’t care if it’s true. I’m yours completely

I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife

I will open up and be vulnerable. I’ll tell you things about me that you can use against me later

Offer me that deathless death

So when you break me down and I hate you or just don’t care enough about you and die inside, although my body lives on

Good God, let me give you my life

I’ll do anything for you. You may have my soul if it were a thing I could give

If I’m a pagan of the good times

I’ll hang on to our happiness as long as I can

My lover’s the sunlight

She is the only thing that can light his world or send him into darkness

To keep the Goddess on my side

he’ll work to get her whatever she wants

She demands a sacrifice

He will sacrifice his time, body, health etc to earn enough

To drain the whole sea

To get her material possessions that she wants

Get something shiny

Big ring, jewels, nice car, big house, spoil her

Something meaty for the main course

Some people might have to suffer for her to get all these things

That’s a fine looking high horse

And he can see where people may try to speak poorly of his means to an end

What you got in the stable?

But everyone has skeletons

We’ve a lot of starving faithful

When you buy things from 3rd world countries with low pay and no worker rights, you are just as guilty of greed and selfishness

That looks tasty

Cuz you want it

That looks plenty

Lots of everything. More more more

This is hungry work

When you start being greedy, you’re never satisfied. You’re always hungry….

So he is telling the story of where this is going and where it ultimately ends up. At the end of the day, we are all greedy bastards