It's gonna be the Brahms cd, mine broke in half
Make it sweeter than the sun, I get too tight I come undone,
I bow my head to confess,
The Temple halls are made of Flesh,
runs up my arms till im on track,
itches my skin right off my back,
I'll heal your wounds,
I'll set you free,
I'm Jesus Christ on ecxtacy~t.r~