Whispers Of Dead Sisters Lyrics - Virgin Black

Whispers to me, my depression 

With a hint of murder 

Watch them, the angels are forlorn 

Watch them, they share my soul 

I hide my face to cry 

Why do I feel this kiss upon me? 

I crave your presence 

but the priests are pointing at me 

They have made me your betrayer 

But I whisper your name in the dark 

Anger rests on my fingertips 

A place where God (I am told) no longer lives 

A mass of flesh they love to beat 

But not without identity 

On scabby knees I continue to crawl 

The sores are open and blood trails behind 

Rocks and stones meld into my skin 

My body is a home for plagues 

I hope the paradise is good, it must be 

But the turbulence makes me brittle 

I cannot see 

I find myself holding hatred, it clings to me 

I killed a man in my mind, I wanted him dead 

Yes I have faith, Yes I am saved 

But it doesn't stop my misery 

It doesn't stop my hatred 

It doesn't stop me wanting to die 

Yet I'm still here despite the pain 

I refuse to believe I was called to suffer... 

I was called... to prosper.