The ceremony Cradles my head in trace
I brush dust from my teeth
Fleeing hands and spiders
plead for salvation
They wash the clawed of a priest
ritual mockery rectified doubt
I'm holding with arms open wide
sleeping endless sleep
on a bed of nails
wake me up with your kiss
(chorus)
I'm waiting for consummation
I'm waiting for contemplation
I'm waiting for confrontation
waiting for a place to
lay my body down
The proud encasing of another soul
buried deep 'neath the shroud
flourished with the venom
of the serpent's son
I close my eyes retreat
The prayer hands lays down
on the edge of my sleep
sister d**h in lepers's guise
through crimson eyes
of the holy one
all will learn to see
(chorus)
Invocations are invitations
to the bloody red sheets
the circle is broken
by the sleeve
a sacrifice of one