The Mission - Sacrilege

Terror strewn across the floor
Fate creeps under the creaking door
Say farewell to the solid days
Arms held out for the needle haze
Scars, scars start to show
But don’t, don’t despair for the shame I know

Bible for the loving damned
Religion for the pagan man
Faith and prayer for the chosen few
Mystic shades of violent hues
Blood, blood on my cheeks
And the taste
The taste of ash kills cross my tongue

Sacrilege, burning on the funeral pyre
Sacrilege, toss and turn on the cross to burn

Rape and pillage the sacred word
Heart of darkness ground and stirred
Rite of passage, reckless woe
Fruit for being and ritual slow? ? ?
And you, what can you do?
And i, I say there’s nothing you can do to stop this

Sacrilege, burning on the funeral pyre
Sacrilege, toss and turn on the cross to burn

Terror strewn across the floor
Fate creeps under the creaking door
Say farewell to the solid days
Arms held out for the needle haze
Scars, scars start to show
But don’t, don’t despair for the shame I know

Sacrilege, burning on the funeral pyre
Sacrilege, toss and turn on the cross to burn