Текст песни Whispers Of Dead Sisters

Whispers to me, my depression With a hint of murder Watch them, the angels are forlorn Watch them, they share my soul I hide my face to cry Why do I feel this kiss upon me? I crave your presence but the priests are pointing at me They have made me your betrayer But I whisper your name in the dark Anger rests on my fingertips A place where God (I am told) no longer lives A mass of flesh they love to beat But not without identity On scabby knees I continue to crawl The sores are open and blood trails behind Rocks and stones meld into my skin My body is a home for plagues I hope the paradise is good, it must be But the turbulence makes me brittle I cannot see I find myself holding hatred, it clings to me I killed a man in my mind, I wanted him dead Yes I have faith, Yes I am saved But it doesn't stop my misery It doesn't stop my hatred It doesn't stop me wanting to die Yet I'm still here despite the pain I refuse to believe I was called to suffer... I was called... to prosper.