The Great Divorce
She's dying to know if it was the faith that failed her
Does Jesus Christ chomp at his bit to be her only captor?
And when she prays it sounds like a mad girl's love song
Toppling god from the sky with the wind of her whisper
Hey where were you
when your flock was out here wailing?
Hacked up and burnt to the bone
with the free will you gave them
She lays down to sleep
And dreams of a ghostly figure
Putting his cigarette out on her wrists
While she's screaming
She woke up with a panic in her head
A cross hung on the wall over her bed
She knew all she had left to do is run
So with the last long ray of setting sun
She will be gone