Incense on my fingers, holy fire lingers, Sinner in the sanctuary glow... Polishing the beads, beads... Fulfilling all my needs, needs... Draping all the holy things below, low... Low... Candle wax is dripping, sacrilegious sipping, My white habit pooled upon the floor... Confession's just a game, a whispered, filthy name, His vestments tangled by the chapel door. The rosary's a toy, each pearl a frantic joy, A necklace pulled between my teeth... Counting out the sins, sins... Where true devotion begins, begins... A covenant of sweat beneath the wreath... Wreath... Learning from the Pastor, a slow and deep disaster, Teaching where a saint should never feel... His scripture is my guide, deep, and dark, and wide... My body learns to tremble, and to kneel... Kneel... Incense on my fingers, holy fire lingers, Sinner in the sanctuary glow... Polishing the beads, beads... Fulfilling all my needs, needs... Draping all the holy things below, low... Low... The altar is my bed, where daily bread is spread, A sacrament of flesh and frantic sound... His stole becomes a leash, a call for my release, Upon the hallowed, unforgiving ground. The chalice spills its wine, a symbol and a sign, Of blessings poured from hip to thigh... Taking all the host, host... What I desire the most, most... A broken, blessed, everlasting sigh... Sigh... Balancing on fury, in this sacristy of glory, Circling the point of no return... The Holy Spirit moves, in all our sinful grooves, A lesson my whole body had to learn... Learn... Bending… bending— Over where the pews are attending… attending— His holy word my body’s defending… defending— Our echoes down the marble sending… sending— Praying… praying— On something more than words I’m staying… staying— The crucifix my fingers weighing… weighing— On every secret sin we’re saying… saying— Swaying… swaying— To the devil’s tune we’re playing… playing— The baptismal font’s for spraying… spraying— Our final, frantic, godless praying… praying— Taking my communion on his tongue… A hymn that should be left unsung… Until the morning comes… And I’m undone… undone… Done… Incense on my fingers, holy fire lingers, Sinner in the sanctuary glow... Polishing the beads, beads... Fulfilling all my needs, needs... Draping all the holy things below, low... Low…
