One more fight
I know you're not dead
'Cause I saw you last night in a dream I had
Yes I still dream
And that's my fault
Glory to the one I lost
Holy ghost
Of 90's fame
Constructed from the sheds of
My untamed pain
But now she's dead
And love remains
Glory to the one I knew
Before I was 23
Before what was sacred had turned on me
And the god I drew
Was a woman I knew
And I drew her so well
The difference is hard to tell
But I can tell
Because I drew her in hell
And I'm tired of every detail
That I can't sell
And if I succeed
Even then I bleed
Glory to Glory to
These militant needs
Like holy words on my grave
They speak to the limits
Of what I cannot save
And what cannot save me
And although I'm left finite
It's a fine night to be