Museum Of Iscariot
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โฑ๏ธ 7:42 duration
๐ ID: 5153712
๐ 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
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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:46.81] Jesus lies dying in my bed
[00:51.07] Companions since birth...
[00:54.37] In this stagnant dingy haunt
[01:03.92] He never really lived.
[01:10.38] Last night I beat him as he would not leave
[01:21.45] My insane eyes stare at him as his welted body bleeds
[01:33.32] Frequently I rape him as I know nothing else
[01:44.63] He curls up like a fetus and paints his face with sadness
[03:31.52] Now a fragment of remorse has etched
[03:37.27] I bandage his wounds, I kiss the face of Jesus Christ but he is dead
[03:44.60] What can I do?
[03:47.09] You have forsaked me, called yourself messiah, expected me to follow
[03:55.90] But now he is dead and his prophecies with him
[04:01.33] I will bury him not as insult to your face
[04:09.13] As I stare at his corpse one detail disturbs me
[04:18.28] His cold stark finger points where I have not been...
[04:30.85] From my house, a cage of rotten wood
[04:39.55] I stumble forth to lay beneath the bush
[04:46.50] Withered bones groan,
[04:50.99] I cultivate as the soil and I grow closer
[05:01.82] The sun receives an empty gaze
[05:04.88] It mourns
[05:06.15] It knows my life is gone
[05:15.33] No more to offer but my flesh to this soil
[05:25.51] And a single tear marks my final prayer
[05:29.42] A rosebud sits in the palm of your hand as I end
[05:39.30] This flower
[05:42.08] It blossoms
[07:41.75]
[00:51.07] Companions since birth...
[00:54.37] In this stagnant dingy haunt
[01:03.92] He never really lived.
[01:10.38] Last night I beat him as he would not leave
[01:21.45] My insane eyes stare at him as his welted body bleeds
[01:33.32] Frequently I rape him as I know nothing else
[01:44.63] He curls up like a fetus and paints his face with sadness
[03:31.52] Now a fragment of remorse has etched
[03:37.27] I bandage his wounds, I kiss the face of Jesus Christ but he is dead
[03:44.60] What can I do?
[03:47.09] You have forsaked me, called yourself messiah, expected me to follow
[03:55.90] But now he is dead and his prophecies with him
[04:01.33] I will bury him not as insult to your face
[04:09.13] As I stare at his corpse one detail disturbs me
[04:18.28] His cold stark finger points where I have not been...
[04:30.85] From my house, a cage of rotten wood
[04:39.55] I stumble forth to lay beneath the bush
[04:46.50] Withered bones groan,
[04:50.99] I cultivate as the soil and I grow closer
[05:01.82] The sun receives an empty gaze
[05:04.88] It mourns
[05:06.15] It knows my life is gone
[05:15.33] No more to offer but my flesh to this soil
[05:25.51] And a single tear marks my final prayer
[05:29.42] A rosebud sits in the palm of your hand as I end
[05:39.30] This flower
[05:42.08] It blossoms
[07:41.75]