She's dying to know if it was the faith that failed her Does Jesus Christ chomp at his bit to be her only captor? And when she prays it sounds like a mad girl's love song Toppling God from the sky with the wind of her whisper
Hey where were you When your flock was out here wailing? Hacked up and burnt to the bone With the free will you gave them
She lays down to sleep And dreams of a ghostly figure Putting his cigarette out on her wrists While she's screaming
She woke up with a panic in her head A cross hung on the wall over her bed She knew all she had left to do is run So with the last long ray of setting sun She will be gone
