The sirens become
A cathedral of tongues
Calling sinners by name
I leave my white dress
On the altar of flesh
Like a prayer wrapped in shame

Kiss the salt from my skin
Let the service begin
Where the saints never follow
Every coin that I earn
Is another candle burned
For a god who stays hollow

The lipstick is blood
Mixed with rain and with mud
On the mouth of forgiveness
Every vow disappears
With the taste of my tears
In the arms of the faithless

I wear every sin
Like a thorn through the skin
That no heaven can sever
If redemption is real
Why's the wound never healed
Only opening wider?

You were all I confessed
My communion, my test
The only devotion
Now the choir has drowned
And your name's underground
Beneath rivers in motion

Setting just like the sun
Through the rainfall

Setting just like the sun
Through the rainfall

Over and over again

Over and over again