The organist was playing hymns to Satan and his Lord
The choir was at an orgy that their souls could ill afford
Lord Abraham was making deals for the showmen and the freaks
I was on my knees behind you as I worshipped my defeat.
When you called me to your window I was naked as the dawn
The clouds had filled my ears and I heard nothing of your song
You told me you were leaving but I knew that you were gone
The silence was immortal I was burning in the Sun.
The King called out the numbers of the next in line to die
As the Angels bent before Him who they did not dare defy
Prince Moses was there crying for the tablets at his feet
I wandered through the desert for a promise of defeat.
The walls you built could not contain the secrets you despise
You preached to me of freedom with the barbed wire in your eyes
You told me you were holy, I was hoping to be wise
I tried to grow to join you but you cut me down to size.
Your disciples had deserted there was no-one left to eat
Your tongue grew ever sharper as you sucked upon my meat
Priest Leonard was there singing for the naked and the weak
You held me to your breast and there I drank to my defeat.
Lord Krishna blew his flute and danced the music from his feet
The maidens gathered round him and the milk they drew was sweet
They nailed me to an altar for the helpless and the meek
They buried me and raised me on the day of my defeat.
So now I have your number but there's no-one here to call
There's nothing here to keep me but my scalp hung on your wall
They're sharing out my skin to feed the beggars in the street
They've never tasted anything as pure as my defeat
The band plays in the graveyard where you laid me down to die
The day I came to tell you of the truth you would deny
You crawled into my tomb to nail the pennies to my eyes
You listened to my song and left your son behind to die