Virgin Black - Whispers Of Dead Sisters lyrics

rate me

Whispers to me, my depression

With a hint of murder

Watch them, the angels are forlorn

Watch them, they share my soul

I hide my face to cry

Why do I feel this kiss upon me?

I crave your presence

but the priests are pointing at me

They have made me your betrayer

But I whisper your name in the dark

Anger rests on my fingertips

A place where God (I am told) no longer lives

A mass of flesh they love to beat

But not without identity

On scabby knees I continue to crawl

The sores are open and blood trails behind

Rocks and stones meld into my skin

My body is a home for plagues

I hope the paradise is good, it must be

But the turbulence makes me brittle

I cannot see

I find myself holding hatred, it clings to me

I killed a man in my mind, I wanted him dead

Yes I have faith, Yes I am saved

But it doesn't stop my misery

It doesn't stop my hatred

It doesn't stop me wanting to die

Yet I'm still here despite the pain

I refuse to believe I was called to suffer...

I was called... to prosper.