Welcome to my house of sadness
Welcome to my house of sadness
Surreal in its weak foundation
Stillness moves through ancient walls
Sun shines glinting bringing warmth
I am ready to confess
Implement of seduction
Pre-empted I bare my soul
I bare my soul
I bare my soul
I bare my soul
Through the mosaic of wood and stone
I ran into a wall of silence
Surmounted by the laws of lords
Ruling with a double standard
Slaughter of the pilgrims never ending
In come the saints, martyrs sing
Marching to their own drum
He who casts the first stone be without sin
Curse
Curse of the cloth
Curse
Curse of the cloth
Accountable to none, they lie in readiness
Under the cover of kindness
Continuing the curse of the cloth
Under Vatican protection
Punishment, full redemption
Pestilence in the name of salvation
The curse continues...