Ghost Of A Saint

Life out of breath
Living out the filth I have to face
A loveless grin and the sweetest taste

The distance is drained
To where our lowly necks meet
The urge is impassive
As shadows lay framed in the heat

And cold is the martyr
His broken face melts in the rain
Proclaimed in procession
Of paradise wasted in pain

The wounded surround us
Decayed in the ghost of a saint
And cheated from rebirth eyes closed
And the heart becomes faint

I start for a moment
And count out the beasts I betrayed
A need for the marvelous
Dies scorched in the bed where we layed