She knows that there are places I won't go
But if I did, I'd make her follow
A trail of seeds that leads across the road
And colours like a raven's shadow

Alone in the climate of her greed
Her heels on the wheels of nothing
Her love is sabotage, her love is sabotage

I touch her things when I think I'm alone
With self control that approaches mania
No barriers, no boundaries for her
Her touch is like a raven's shadow

Alone in the climate of her greed
Her love is the shape of mother
Her love is sabotage, her love is sabotage

Her will is done her will is done
Her will is done

I climb to the scaffold smiling
My hands on the cross I'm holding

Love is sabotage her love is sabotage

I smile as the rope cuts through me
So cold in this London summer

Love is sabotage her love is sabotage

And her will is done and her will is done
And her will is done and her will is done

And thy will be done thy will be done

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Writer(s): BRETT LEWIS ANDERSON, NEIL JOHN CODLING