Museum Of Iscariot lyrics

Song information

Artist: Virgin Black
Album: Sombre Romantic

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

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

"Sombre Romantic" album track list