Virgin Black - Museum Of Iscariot: I. Stagnation / II. Death / III. Procession lyrics correction

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Jesus lies dying in my bed 
Companions since birth... 
in this stagnant dingy haunt 
he never really lived. 
Last night I beat him as he would not leave 
My insane eyes stare at him as his welted body bleeds 
Frequently I rape him as I know nothing else 
He curls up like a fetus and paints his face with sadness 
Now a fragment of remorse has etched 
I bandage his wounds, I kiss the face of Jesus Christ but he is dead 
What can I do? 
You have forsaked me, called yourself messiah, expected me to follow 
But now he is dead and his prophecies with him 
I will bury him not as insult to your face 
as I stare at his corpse one detail disturbs me 
His cold stark finger points where I have not been... 
From my house, a cage of rotten wood 
I stumble forth to lay beneath the bush 
withered bones groan, 
I cultivate as the soil and I grow closer 
The sun receives an empty gaze 
it mourns 
it knows my life is gone 
No more to offer but my flesh to this soil 
and a single tear marks my final prayer 
a rosebud sits in the palm of your hand as I end 
this flower 
it blossoms

Correct Museum Of Iscariot: I. Stagnation / II. Death / III. Procession Lyrics