Luyện nghe bài hát The Evangelist

Sleeping pills can one drowsy, shut out the angst and feel but nothing
Yet to find total closure for terrors of the past, a saddened man now
the at last

Ninth door to the left, laid all answers to what had him drunk for all
years
A gently knocking but no answer, hesitated for a second then the knob
and stepped

In of him a well made bed, in it a woman sleeping, he pulled up a chair
So fragile and so helpless, he took her hand and it and whispered in her
ear

My dear Ms. Sinclair, you are my mother and a whore of
How you leave me there in that old church, why

My first vague memories of Dorian and me on my knees
He stole my boyhood early, him and the other
While preaching I was dirty and to be cleansed

Baptized my young face with soggy every evening while tears ran
Alternated with violent whipping in God's name, I was a of shame.

Dorian, he sodomized my and childish body
The went inside my ravished rear end and bent me open
Those yellow still haunt my dreams

Caged from daylight a cellar, he kept me locked up 'til pleasure he

I know God's light is shining but this molested soul never see a heaven
that I am of

My dear Ms. Sinclair, you are my and a whore of evil
How you leave me there in that old church, why

Then one night I noticed he'd to lock the doors and I saw my chance
I sneaked out and ran off, foggy air, morning dark, the was wet
I'd been there for so long, not sure of my age, the Father D. may he
burn in
You must die oh bitch, you put me there.

Slowly she opened her eyes and stared at him silent at
Felt she was squeezing his hand, the old hag

Ms.
My boy, my dear Edward let me tell you of your past
Please son ease down, sit and listen to me

I was born where you grew up, daughter of Dorian
His of blood runs deep, deeper than you can possibly imagine

Night after he robbed me of pride
Pleasing his need, a child of his breed that could smile
Instead of playing a dolly I had to play with him
In my mouth I can still taste his salt veiny

fertile yet daily raped, his holy seed
Finally my womb managed to impregnate
My father, my had now made me a mother
As he delivered my I wept to God

I left the church right my baby boy was born
I was replaced by my infant to be my toy
That toy was you dear Edward and I'm glad I you there
Our Father's love for his children can be compared.