Virgin Black Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Museum Of Iscariot Lyrics

Jesus lies dying in my bed 

 Companions since birth...

 in this stagnant dingy haunt 

 he never really lived.

 Last night I beat him as he would not leave

 My insane eyes stare at him as his welted body bleeds 

 Frequently I rape him as I know nothing else

 He curls up like a fetus and paints his face with sadness 

 Now a fragment of remorse has etched

 I bandage his wounds, I kiss the face of Jesus Christ but he is dead 

 What can I do? 

 You have forsaked me, called yourself messiah, expected me to follow

 But now he is dead and his prophecies with him 

 I will bury him not as insult to your face 

 as I stare at his corpse one detail disturbs me 

 His cold stark finger points where I have not been... 

 From my house, a cage of rotten wood

 I stumble forth to lay beneath the bush 

 withered bones groan, 

 I cultivate as the soil and I grow closer 

 The sun receives an empty gaze 

 it mourns 

 it knows my life is gone 

 No more to offer but my flesh to this soil

 and a single tear marks my final prayer 

 a rosebud sits in the palm of your hand as I end

 this flower 

 it blossoms