In the deepest darkest places
Of every little boy
Is a wounded hunter's heart
Waiting to deploy

I think that I could show you
I think that you could teach me

The blood still on his lips
The wounded soldier falls
Ready to give up
Until the siren's call

I think that I could show you
I think that you could teach me
I know you want it just as bad
And honey that's what drives me mad

I want to know
I want to know
The secular flesh
I want to know
I want to know
The secular flesh
I want to know
I want to know