Flower of your face I broken simple sentence I don't speak Bleed my plastic pen With all this empty anger That's eating Fumble for my faith I've lost in chapel sorrows I don't seek Sudden sins apply They only suck the silence From in me Ooh, ah ah He caresses this out of me Without ever knowing I've got gods in my head that bleed With the sound of your sigh I'm left leeching this life For the power to be Imperfectly clean Saved they often say From what I've always wondered And I'm waiting Cut the canon clean With all the thoughts I'm thinking And feeling Ooh, ah ah He caresses this out of me Without ever knowing it I've got gods in my head that bleed With the sound of your sigh I'm left leeching this life For the power to be Imperfectly clean Ooh, ah ah He caresses this out of me Without ever knowing I've got gods in my head that bleed With the sound of your sigh I've left leeching this life For the power to be Imperfectly clean