Ghost of a touch recedes on waking
Invisibly substantial as a phantom limb
Some hearts dream paralell and others silent
Sing prayers and speak in sighs to purge the heart to save the soul
Salvation is elusive
Redemption something other
Save your soul
On a block of ice
Fresh and bloody for the wolves outside your door
Hang on cruel words like crosses
Welcome your hells and favorite torturers
Rise from the depths and live once more
In richness and sin
Until Sunday comes again