A Saint Is Weeping Lyrics - Singles - Virgin Black

Curdled milk in wine 

The lingering taste of yesterday 

My color has grown pale 

Your face I see no more 

A pointed finger accuses me 

So dead, so numb, so cold 

With every illicit embrace 

A splintered soul is cast aside 

If I see the face of God I will die 

It's killing me slowly 

A drop of blood day by day 

My mind defiles its temple 

My mansion shared with swine 

My seed mixing in a Harlot's womb 

How many bastards will I create? 

Will I see my dead expression? 

And failures in their eyes 

If I see the face of God I will die 

Cut my cord, let me drift away 

This morning's foul, I can endure no more 

My days are cruel 

My mistress never slumbers 

And sorrow never leaves me 

Like the cuts in my flesh 

And the sun refuses to shine 

And the walls rile against me 

And these knuckles raw and broken 

The futile throes of freedom 

And somewhere, a saint is weeping 

Whispering my name 

Saying, "Let him see the face of God 

Let him die"