I know 'bout a man who was married to sin 
The fires of his blasphemy burning my skin 
His rose did not wither, vibrant as blood 
Oblivious to me when I knelt down and begged him to stop 

I know 'bout a man devastated by sin 
However his wrongs did not wrinkle his chin 
He was ever tempted and ever provoked 
And with each pleasure gained he would knock down [bad word] of this world 

Stars are allowed, his kingdom [bad word] to him 
In a picture one night his tomorrow he'd find 
He knew he would not be redeemed 

I know 'bout a body buried alive 
But fret not, its soul had so long ago died 
Held by the devil, held in his hands 
Beauty's a gift and [bad word] with a sinister price 

If he'd tried to stop it would have been too late 
For the birdsong was already filling the air: 
"Under every moon you'll exhibit your sorrow 
For one cannot sleep when sleep is an omen of horror!" 

Stars are allowed, his kingdom [bad word] to him 
In a picture one night his tomorrow he'd find 
He knew he would not be redeemed 

He couldn't fight down the need to repent when the end drew near on Judgement Day 
He longed for salvation but felt no remorse 
So before he could pray he just tore out his tongue 

I dance all around the musical graves, now the end is here, it's Judgement Day 
The story is over, the [bad word] and gone 
So I confess my sins and I tear out my tongue