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
Down