Chris Connelly - Ghost Of A Saint lyrics

Life out of breath, living out the filth I have to face. A loveless grin and the sweetest taste. The distance is drained to where our lowly necks meet, the urge is impa**ive as shadows lay framed in the heat And cold is the martyr his broken face melts in the rain, proclaimed in procession of paradise wasted in pain. The wounded surround us, decayed in the ghost of a saint, and cheated from rebirth eyes closed and the heart becomes faint. I start for a moment and count out the beasts I betrayed A need for the marvelous dies scorched in the bed where we layed.