Roses in the shape of a cross

[VERSE 1]  
You laid roses in the shape of a cross on the floor by the side of my bed
Said, “tonight you don’t run from worship, you just lay down that head”
You killed every light but the candles, soft gold burning your skin instead
Whispered, “let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth,” and pulled me by the thread  You climbed on my lap slow, hood up like a veil on your eyes
Opened the book to the song that lives between your thighs
Read, “thy neck is like the tower of David,” while you guide my hands up high
Tracing every line like scripture I was never taught to memorize

[PRE]  
You breathe, “I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine,” on my jaw
Then drag my mouth down “thy two breasts are like two young roes,” like holy law
Say, “set me as a seal upon thine heart,” while you press down, taking it all
“If this is blasphemy, baby, let the heavens watch us fall”

[HOOK]  
Roses in the shape of a cross on the floor
You quote, “thy love is better than wine,” then beg me for more
You read, “a garden enclosed is my forever, my spouse,” at the door
Then you open like a river when I’m on all fours on the floor  Roses in the shape of a cross by the bed  
Your hair like “a flock of goats,” wild, all over my chest and head
You breathe, “his left hand is under my head,” as you pull me instead
“And his right hand doth embrace me,” while you ride me half‑dead

[VERSE 2]  
You turn the page, smile soft, thumb pressed between my teeth
Read, “thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb,” grinding on the heat
You taste like figs and wildfire, “milk and honey” when you leak
Every sigh sounds like prophecy you only whisper in the sheets  You guide my mouth lower, say, “your my chosen flower,” with a grin
Then, “as the lily among thorns…,” as I sink further in  
You shake when I murmur, “a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters,” on your skin
Till you’re flooding like “streams from Lebanon,” and I drown in all your sin

[PRE 2]  
You quote, “let my beloved come into his garden,” fingers tangled in my hair
“And eat his pleasant fruits,” while you pull my face deeper there
You gasp, “his fruit was sweet to my taste,” like a half‑finished prayer
Moan, “I am sick of love,” but you trap me, won’t leave air

[HOOK 2]  
Roses in the shape of a cross on the floor  
Every petal like a verse you’re tearing open with your core  
You say, “I sat down under his shadow with great delight,” before
You shake, “his banner over me was love,” still begging for more

[BRIDGE]  
You drop the book by my side, pages open, bent and torn  
Say, “many waters cannot quench love,” like you ain’t already reborn  
Scratch a cross on my chest where halos used to form  
Breathe, “love is strong as death,” while you ride out every storm  You look back, eyes bright, sweat like stained glass  
I mutter, “thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee,” as you crash

[OUTRO HOOK]  
Roses in the shape of a cross on the floor  
Scriptures open, candles burned down to the core

Haunted altar‑core: slow‑burn Sleep Token worship, horny cathedral lyrics, crushing, seductive, soft, female