The Sinner And The Musical Graves

I know 'bout a man who was married to sin
The fires of his blasphemy burning my skin
His rose did not wither, vibrant as blood
Oblivious to me when I knelt down and begged him to stop

I know 'bout a man devastated by sin
However his wrongs did not wrinkle his chin
He was ever tempted and ever provoked
And with each pleasure gained he would knock down the rules of this world

Stars are allowed, his kingdom is coming to him
In a picture one night his tomorrow he'd find
He knew he would not be redeemed

I know 'bout a body buried alive
But fret not, its soul had so long ago died
Held by the devil, held in his hands
Beauty's a gift and it comes with a sinister price

If he'd tried to stop it would have been too late
For the birdsong was already filling the air:
"Under every moon you'll exhibit your sorrow
For one cannot sleep when sleep is an omen of horror!"

Stars are allowed, his kingdom is coming to him
In a picture one night his tomorrow he'd find
He knew he would not be redeemed

He couldn't fight down the need to repent when the end drew near on judgement day
He longed for salvation but felt no remorse
So before he could pray he just tore out his tongue

I dance all around the musical graves, now the end is here, it's judgement day
The story is over, the storm's come and gone
So I confess my sins and I tear out my tongue