David Kushner - Skin and Bones

I fantasize to feel you like a bullet
And all your layers to the fullest
But the heavens won't condone it, mm
You deceivin', wayward woman
You're a false prophet at the pulpit
The condition of your soul is erodin'
As your flatter talk shivers down my spine
I hear the Holy One exposin' all the lies
Lord, forgive me, I know my flesh needs to die
She has the lips red as cherry wine
A poisonous kiss, she's part of the swine
My salvation won't be sacrificed