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Could I be your Saviour?
Would you like to give me your trust?
Down on your knees
and scream it to the sky.
I could be your Saviour for a price.

Are you the Son of God?
I have his Son of Man.
His Son of Man in my hand.
Looking more unsteady with each thrust.
Have faith in my little plan.

Could I be your Saviour?
Call me when you're lost.
Clinging to my angel's wings,
I'm not as fragile as your lust.
The Saviour to the hurt and rushed.

Are you in need of saving?
Should I wash my hands clean of your blood?
Play your little mind games.
I'll leave you behind in rain and rust.

Forget the man before me.
The one who hung upon the tree.
The one who couldn't shut his mouth,
when silence would set him free.
Could I be your Saviour?
Am I the one to take your sins?

Will I be your Saviour?
Will I save you for a price?
I will be your Saviour.
But it might be worth your life.


It might be worth my death.
A death I do not fear,
Martyrdom is pathetic and insincere.

Should I play your mind games?
Give you a code word for your time.
Give you a way to speak to me,
A way to open up my mind?
Perhaps it would be better.
Better to let it stay this way.

Should I be your Saviour?
It is hard to play this little game.
A game of words and worship.
Of legend and stories in the night.
Pray with folded hands and tuck yourself in tight.

I will be your Saviour.
Just open up your mind.
Scream out this little code word.
Meet angels in mid-flight.
Genesis.