[00:00.000] 作词 : 元宝/deepseek/zoellyyang
[00:01.000] 作曲 : suno/zoellyyang
[00:02.000] 编曲 : suno/deepseek/zoellyyang
[00:08.748]We kissed with Bibles pressed between our lips
[00:13.213]Your halo cut my tongue, now I taste holy chips
[00:17.988]Preacher said "narrow’s the gate" but we took the elevator down
[00:21.924]Found God’s credit card expired at the motel town
[00:26.781]Sanctified, sanctified, your hands like communion wine
[00:31.074]Left bruises on my hips where the angels used to dine
[00:35.581]Saint Peter’s flipping keys to a Cadillac in flames
[00:39.932]Every Hail Mary’s just a missed exit name
[00:44.670]Halo, halo, baby’s still burning
[00:48.661]We crossed our hearts with uranium lining
[00:53.500]Dancing on Golgotha in last night’s mascara
[00:57.795]They’ll sell our sins at the 7-Eleven corner
[01:02.416]Halo, halo, turn me to cinder
[01:06.243]We loved so hard it looked like a felony splinter
[01:11.309]Confession booth’s got a neon vacancy sign
[01:15.845]Your scapular glows toxic under the liquor store sign
[01:20.247]We traded rosaries for gasoline rings
[01:24.384]Now the chapel’s just a strip mall where the junkies sing
[01:28.958]They filmed our martyrdom on VHS
[01:33.110]Between porno static and Jesus cash
[01:37.912]Our autopsy showed light poisoning
[01:41.572]But the kids still snort our ashes off bathroom sinks
[01:46.702]Halo, halo, asphalt psalms
[01:50.921]Our bones make better sparkles than the Vatican’s calm
[01:55.760]Sirens sing lullabies through the confession grille
[01:59.804]Baby we’re the sin that even hell can’t kill

作词 : 元宝/deepseek/zoellyyang
作曲 : suno/zoellyyang
编曲 : suno/deepseek/zoellyyang
We kissed with Bibles pressed between our lips
Your halo cut my tongue, now I taste holy chips
Preacher said "narrow’s the gate" but we took the elevator down
Found God’s credit card expired at the motel town
Sanctified, sanctified, your hands like communion wine
Left bruises on my hips where the angels used to dine
Saint Peter’s flipping keys to a Cadillac in flames
Every Hail Mary’s just a missed exit name
Halo, halo, baby’s still burning
We crossed our hearts with uranium lining
Dancing on Golgotha in last night’s mascara
They’ll sell our sins at the 7-Eleven corner
Halo, halo, turn me to cinder
We loved so hard it looked like a felony splinter
Confession booth’s got a neon vacancy sign
Your scapular glows toxic under the liquor store sign
We traded rosaries for gasoline rings
Now the chapel’s just a strip mall where the junkies sing
They filmed our martyrdom on VHS
Between porno static and Jesus cash
Our autopsy showed light poisoning
But the kids still snort our ashes off bathroom sinks
Halo, halo, asphalt psalms
Our bones make better sparkles than the Vatican’s calm
Sirens sing lullabies through the confession grille
Baby we’re the sin that even hell can’t kill