The Magdalene

I'm going down with the rosary Tongue pressed on guilt from a dove in my teeth I could watch it drip down and cover my skin The taste of Christ sits still while I swallow your insides I could let it drag you down to cover our sins If I could lift you off the ground they'd cry out that this is what love is When they unravel the webs that I've spun What shall be undone? When they unravel the webs that I've spun What shall be undone? Mother of God on the rosary So is she here with us? Does she want what she sees? Watch me come undone Watch me come undone When God unravels the webs that I've spun What shall be undone? When God unravels the webs that I've spun What shall be undone?