The Dream کے بول

As the sun is forced to exile, in a blaze of bloody fire Disturbing visions mystify when conscience thought retires I heard a tattered echoing from voices long since dead Another night of wonder in the moonscape of my bed I dreamed I was in Israel two thousand years ago A festive flair was in the air; the great Passover show Every pew was taken, and we wore our Sabbath best As we partied long into the night, on a skull-shaped hill of death Jealousy was dressed to kill, with Vengence at her side While millions of tiny lies cavort in shiny white At first this all seemed strange to me, then suddenly I knew... I killed Jesus Christ Yes I did, its true I killed Jesus Christ And you were with me, too