Holy Roller - Spiritbox

Holy roller sits in the garden we fled

Blood into wine, take my body instead

Holy roller sits in the garden we fled

Blood into wine, take my body instead

Holy roller

Stand to the left of me in paradise

Holy ghosts will

Born of blood in Seraphim

To grip the Nazarene

Crown of God, you wear it thin

To come and rapture me

Holy roller sits in the garden we fled

Blood into wine, take my body instead

Holy roller sits in the garden we fled

Blood into wine, take my body instead

Stand to the left of me in paradise

Holy ghosts will

Fade into oblivion like a blade

Falling slowly, curse the holy down

And when I die, you won’t pray for me

That’s when I learn to cut my ties

And when I die, you won’t pray for me

That’s when I learn to cut my ties

Holy roller sits in the garden we fled

Blood into wine, take my body instead

Holy roller

Stand to the left of me in paradise

Holy ghosts will

Fade into oblivion like a blade

Falling slowly