My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week

Mabel was funny, she down right hilarious. She knew how everyone disapproved and still chose to kiss him, in front of them. He should've loved her sooner, loved her enough to kiss her the way she kiss's him, in an intoxicating fragrance of love, fear and downright ignorance. She spoke her mind on the issue and said everyone was just jealous that there love can't be broken and it's the 21st century, get over yourselves.
'We were born sick,' you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me 'worship in the bedroom'
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well
Amen. Amen. Amen

He could hear the names and things they said, they were born sick. The devils work. He didn't care, he'd rather be a sinner ad get to have in the way he does than to be holy without her. He went to church, not tha he was religious he just wanted to act like he was getting help. They told him the image of god was a man and a woman, which they were. The fact that they were siblings was just a minor inconvenience.

When he tells her that maybe they should worship god, she laughs and says the only ones they should worship were themselves. Then she grabbed him by the tie and pulled him unto the bedroom of their apartment, she silenced him with kisses and sweet nothings. He didn't argue after that.

He may be sick but by god he loved his sister more than he should and the way they moved together proved she felt the same.

Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

They sat in a church of their own making. A church of desire and love. He told her his fears and she held him close, taking his fears away. He tried to fight his feelings but she was intoxicating in the worst ways. She drew him in and he couldn't seem to find the will to escape.

If I'm a pagan of the good times
My lover's the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
She was a goddess, there was no other way to describe his twin, the way she acted for him was the work of a goddess and by god did it send him into a frenzy. He would sacrifice his life to keep her happy, in a way he already had. His family had rebuffed him, determined he had caused this. No amount of pleading on her part did any good. He didn't care though because she was the sun and without her he would turn dark.

No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Amen. Amen. Amen

They had no power that was true, both were fresh into adulthood when the entire affair started but they could not stop.

Their relationship started off innocent, hand holding and kissing in closets. It's ironic really. The relationship gradually grew more passionate and they could no longer keep it a secret.

They killed Mabel, they killed her because they wanted her to be clean, to be human and as he threw a piece of dirt he wished he never instigated the kiss because then maybe he would still have his best friend and confident. Maybe then he would still have his twin sister.