The ceremony cradles my head in trance I brush dust from my teeth Fleeing hands and spiders plead for salvation And wash the clawed feet 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
I'm waiting for confirmation I'm waiting for confrontation I’m waiting for contemplation Waiting for a place to lay my body down
The proud encasings of another soul buried deep 'neath the shroud Flourished with the venom of the serpent's son I close my eyes, retreat The prayer hand lays down on the edge of my sleep Sister death in leper's guise Through crimson eyes of the holy one Everyone will learn to see
I'm waiting for confrontation I'm waiting for contemplation I’m waiting for confirmation Waiting for a place to lay my body down
Invitations are invocations to the bloody red sheets The circle is broken by the silence A sacrifice of one
I'm waiting for confirmation I'm waiting for confrontation I’m waiting for contemplation Waiting for a place to lay my body down
Resurrection - past discretions Resurrection - last discretion Confessions - confessions Confessions - confessions Incomplete resurrection