Songtext von Bated

on bated breath i wait and the scent i smell anticipated death from the windowsill beg the rains flow give the wind your will pray the gods you serve get their greedy fill pass the cup you spill at the demons will unwanted speech did preach through the fishes' gill but the boughs quaked and the waters flowed and the stones you threw stood up to tell i wondered the state of the cross, and again i wondered the state of the cross, and again derived to find if i'd open wide my lips and touch your burning fingertips that honey you've fed me but you've led me to my grave Monday did show that the city'd glow the ashes rose up high and the rains did flow i wondered the state of the cross, and again i wondered the state of the cross, and again and again