Virgin Black - A Saint Is Weeping Lyrics
A Saint Is Weeping Lyrics
The lingering taste of yesterdayMy color has grown paleYour face I see no moreA pointed finger accuses me So dead, so numb, so coldWith every illicit embraceA splintered soul is cast asideIf I see the face of God I will die...It's killing me slowlyA drop of blood day by dayMy mind defiles its templeMy mansion shared with swineMy seed mixing in a harlot's wombHow many bastards will I create?Will I see my dead expression?And failures in their eyesIf I see the face of God I will die!Cut my cord, let me drift awayThis morning's foul, I can endure no moreMy days are cruelMy mistress never slumbersAnd sorrow never leaves meLike the cuts in my fleshAnd the sun refuses to shineAnd the walls rile against meAnd these knuckles raw and brokenThe futile throes of freedomAnd somewhere, a saint is weepingWhispering my nameSaying, "Let him see the face of GodLet him die."
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