Nine

The crowd draws near
Mock crucifixion
Stands so close
Shows your affliction
It humbles you
You show a tear
It sickens me
I hide away in fear

Necromantic love in fever
Sacrament blessed
Oh, must I leave her
Heart in hand and body twisted
I take her life as you insisted
Ah, life

And parties cramming mouths so full
At the end of the tunnel stands a wall
The fires burn
I lay there dreaming
The children cry
Their mothers screaming
Screaming
Scrеaming