The convent where I'll cleanse myself Body willing sometimes Clothes get torn sometimes in paradise Now if there's one thing I won't regret I'm fairly sure it hasn't happened yet Though I'm repenting it I don't want to be your hobby I'll tell you all the time Maybe I'll sleep tonight And I don't want to feel your breathing I'll pretend you're not alive Or maybe I'll sleep tonight Don't you speak your mind to me I can't pretend to cease or to cease to be Though that's much easier And I can trust my mind to chase Who I touch, or who I should refuse Nothing comes easier I don't want to be your hobby I tell you all the time Maybe I'll sleep tonight And I don't want to feel your breathing I'll pretend you're not alive Or maybe I'll sleep tonight This is a decision and I'm calling you Run from all the answers and your finer truth Ribcage torn and open, you can take my heart I am waiting for the fire to start This is a decision and I'm calling you Run from all the answers and your finer truth Ribcage torn and open, you can take my heart I am waiting for the fire to start This is a decision and I'm calling you Run from all the answers and your finer truth Ribcage torn and open, you can take my heart I am waiting for the fire to start I am waiting for the fire