Cancer in the Heart of the Inquisition

A murder in the sacristy 
A kink in the spine of men who value honour 
A broken mouth will be kissing the perfect corpse of you 

With this word 
I become you and betray the world 
As I hold you high 
To spite the sinking earth beneath me 
To spite my foolish pride 

I'll watch you turn 
As I set myself alight for you 
And as I smile, burn.