Infamis - Cynthia lyrics

I - I wake near the dirty altar tryin' to get on my feet and rest for a while at a busy pulpit corner wondering who'd give dirty water or a wet cigarette in a cup fulla hope? me yeah me become a witness , tolerator eavesdropper, dirts**er, shameful silent traitor the best man's dress was a head undertakers a bad organist played that good old sing a long loud & wrong got the head full of that trash for a hand full of ya cash Me ... mah sticky dry tongue and I did not dare just to beg for that tiny alms of water a gloomy company of sin made a noise and made a din well, the society of of city spat at me and noone pity Oh Cynthia hide your light 'til the end of the night 'til this ceremony died and the sun comes up bright the end is at hand and the band on the stand on the TV screen singin' this is the end for a handful of that sin got a handful of her skin got the headful of that room gloomlit headlong by that moon