Lyrics
I wore the sin like velvet skin, it dressed me whole Fed on the lies like bitter wine, it numbed my soul A quiet church beneath the ash, where no bells ring And in that hollow, I found nothing but a crownless king I swallow prayers, but I choke on grace The mirror’s cracked, I can’t find my face I dream of peace, but I wake in chains Wishing love was something I could taste I broke the bread, I drank the wine But it wasn’t enough to make me divine In the garden where the roses bled I ate the truth— And the truth was dead The altar crumbled under hands too cold to hold I built a temple, then I watched the pieces fold There’s no salvation when the angels lose their wings Just broken vows, forgotten names, and hollow things I speak in tongues, but the words fall flat No holy ghost is coming back The light’s too bright, but it doesn’t heal I can’t believe what I no longer feel I broke the bread, I drank the wine But it wasn’t enough to make me divine In the garden where the roses bled I ate the truth, and the truth was dead I’m drowning in divinity A saint without serenity I prayed for what I couldn’t keep And buried God beneath my feet I tasted faith It tasted like dust I wanted love But I got lust The sinner’s hymn The final verse We worship what Will only hurt We worship what will only hurt We worship what will only hurt I broke the bread, I drank the wine But it wasn’t enough to make me divine In the garden where the roses bled I ate the truth, and the truth was dead I broke the bread I drank the wine Still not enough To make me divine In the garden Where the roses bled I ate the truth— And the truth was dead The truth was dead