Whispers Of Dead Sisters Lyrics
With a hint of murderWatch them, the angels are forlornWatch them, they share my soulI hide my face to cryWhy do I feel this kiss upon me?I crave your presencebut the priests are pointing at meThey have made me your betrayerBut I whisper your name in the darkAnger rests on my fingertipsA place where God (I am told) no longer livesA mass of flesh they love to beatBut not without identityOn scabby knees I continue to crawlThe sores are open and blood trails behindRocks and stones meld into my skinMy body is a home for plaguesI hope the paradise is good, it must beBut the turbulence makes me brittleI cannot seeI find myself holding hatred, it clings to meI killed a man in my mind, I wanted him deadYes I have faith, Yes I am savedBut it doesn't stop my miseryIt doesn't stop my hatredIt doesn't stop me wanting to dieYet I'm still here despite the painI refuse to believe I was called to suffer...I was called... to prosper.
Virgin Black Whispers Of Dead Sisters
