I'm going down with the rosary

Tongue pressed on guilt

From a dove in my teeth

I could watch it drip down

And cover my skin

The taste of Christ sits still

While I swallow your insides

I could let it drag you down

To cover our sins

If I could lift you off the ground

They'd cry out that this is what love is

When they unravel the

Webs that I've spun

What shall be undone

When they unravel the

Webs that I've spun

What shall be undone

Mother of God on the rosary

So is she here with us

Does she want what she sees

Watch me come undone

Watch me come undone

When they unravel the

Webs that I've spun

What shall be undone

When God unravels the

Webs that I've spun

What shall be undone