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The New Messiah (Jon Levine)
if ever there was God
please let Him shut my heart
I'm no good no more
all my prayers fall short
I'm not strong enough
I'm not strong enough
and you are the new Messiah
turning my blood into fire
our tongues are twisted like wire
in the visions your body inspires
come cross the river of fire
to sleep in this bed of desire
I'm letting you go to my head
like a bullet to the brain
when I first saw your brown eyes
I swear that I'd seen your face before
but I can't say where or when
you were heaven sent
or just hell-bent, on taking me in
or are you the new Messiah
turning my blood into fire
our tongues are twisted like wire
in the visions your body inspires
come cross the river of fire
to make up this bed of desire
I'm letting you go to my head
like a bullet to the brain
if ever there was God
please let Him shut my heart
I'm no good no more
all my prayers fall short
I'm not strong enough
I'm not strong enough
if you are the new Messiah
turning my blood into fire
our tongues are twisted like wire
in the visions your body inspires
come cross the river of fire
to make up this bed of desire
I'm letting you go to my head
like a bullet to the brain
if ever there was God
please let Him shut my heart
I'm no good no more
all my prayers fall short
I'm not strong enough
I'm not strong enough
and you are the new Messiah
turning my blood into fire
our tongues are twisted like wire
in the visions your body inspires
come cross the river of fire
to sleep in this bed of desire
I'm letting you go to my head
like a bullet to the brain
when I first saw your brown eyes
I swear that I'd seen your face before
but I can't say where or when
you were heaven sent
or just hell-bent, on taking me in
or are you the new Messiah
turning my blood into fire
our tongues are twisted like wire
in the visions your body inspires
come cross the river of fire
to make up this bed of desire
I'm letting you go to my head
like a bullet to the brain
if ever there was God
please let Him shut my heart
I'm no good no more
all my prayers fall short
I'm not strong enough
I'm not strong enough
if you are the new Messiah
turning my blood into fire
our tongues are twisted like wire
in the visions your body inspires
come cross the river of fire
to make up this bed of desire
I'm letting you go to my head
like a bullet to the brain
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