The virgin mary on a chain 
has hit me in the mouth again 
as we explore the carnal score 
of sacred and profane 
 
Sulky boy won't drink his milk  
mothers breast beneath the silk 
remains untouched it's way too much 
reject all of that ilk 
 
I have to say it makes me wonder 
if you are holding me 
to the same blue flame that you are under 
i feel you scolding me 
 
Your virgin mary's in the way 
hallucinate her face by day 
obscure the view in front of you 
it's me here made of clay 
 
You're playing near that line so thin, 
austerity? or just give in 
to endless appetite, 
embrace that white oblivion? 
 
I have to say it makes me wonder 
if you are holding me 
to the same blue flame that you are under 
i feel you scolding me 
 
And why so high the expectation? 
who could live up to this? 
well, there's no time now for explanation 
cold as an angel's kiss 
 
I have to say it makes me wonder 
if you were holding me 
to that cold blue flame that you are under 
when you were holding me