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The ceremony cradles my head in trance |
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I brush dust from my teeth |
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Fleeing hands and spiders |
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plead for salvation |
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They wash the clawed feet of a priest |
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ritual mockery rectified doubt |
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I'm holding with arms open wide |
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sleeping endless sleep |
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on a bed of nails |
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wake me up with your kiss |
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(chorus) |
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I'm waiting for consummation |
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I'm waiting for contemplation |
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I'm waiting for confrontation |
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waiting for a place to |
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lay my body down |
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The proud encasing of another soul |
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buried deep 'neath the shroud |
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flourished with the venom |
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of the serpent's son |
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I close my eyes retreat |
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The prayer hands lays down |
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on the edge of my sleep |
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sister death in lepers's guise |
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through crimson eyes |
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of the holy one |
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all will learn to see |
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(chorus) |
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Invocations are invitations |
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to the bloody red sheets |
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the circle is broken |
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by the sleeve |
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a sacrifice of one |
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(chorus) |
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Resurrection- past reflection |
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Revelation- last discretion |
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confession- confession |
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incomplete |
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resurrection |
