Museum of Miscariot: I Stagnation / II Death / III Procession-Virgin Black

[00:46.936]Jesus lies dying in my bed [00:52.472]Companions since birth [00:55.017]In this stagnant dingy haunt [01:03.802]He has never really live [01:11.030]Last night I beat him [01:17.074]As he would not leave [01:21.450]My insane eyes stare at him [01:26.837]As his wilted body bleeds [01:34.520]Frequently I rape him [01:38.581]As I know nothing else [01:44.335]He curls up like a fetus [01:50.073]And paints his face with sadness [01:56.279] [03:33.797]Now a fragment [03:35.322]Of remorse is etched [03:37.460]I bandage his wounds [03:39.851]I kiss the face of Jesus Christ [03:43.364]But he is dead [03:45.192]What can I do [03:47.480]You've forsaken me [03:50.887]You called yourself messiah [03:53.076]And expected me to follow [03:56.384]An now he lays dead [03:58.524]And your prophecies with him [04:01.419]I will bury him not [04:04.470]As insult to your face [04:10.114]As I stare at his corpse [04:13.934]One detail disturbs me [04:18.615]His cold stark finger [04:23.442]Points where I have not been [04:32.336]From my house [04:35.994]The cage of rotten wood [04:39.497]I stumble forth [04:43.310]To lay beneath the bush [04:47.182]Withered bones groan [04:50.584]I cultivate [04:54.288]As the soil and I grow closer [05:02.048]The sun recieves an empty gaze [05:05.506]It mourns [05:06.883]It knows my life is gone [05:16.530]No more to offer [05:19.937]But my flesh to this soil [05:25.627]And a single tear [05:27.056]Marks my final prayer [05:29.596]The rosebud sits [05:31.724]In the palm of your hand [05:38.427]As I end this flower blossoms