This Is My Confession - The Afghan Whigs

This is my confession, angel.
Let's not make too much about it.
This is my confession, angel.
Let's not make too much about it.
Don't say a word.
Don't do a thing.
Lock yourself inside, my dear.
This is what I mean:
I'm lying now -- I always do.
I know my way around the truth.
My need for guilt demands fresh fuel.
You've laid your trip upon me now.
Won't you take me with you?
And, it was all just meat to me.
You were only meat to me.
This is my confession, angel.
Let's not make too much about it.
This is my confession, angel.
Let's not make too much about it.
Don't say a word.
Don't do a thing.
Don't you move a muscle.
Worship silence as your king.
Hide in the dark.
Block out the light.
Tricked into believing that the dog wouldn't bite...
And, it was all just meat to me.
You were only meat to me.