Photography
Sin in my Hair
Exorcism (1991)
My body shakes
My nerves are shattered
My brain is battered
Sickening and dying
I worked and paid
Nobody could see my pain
Or hear my screams,
in the basement suite
My prison window,
my grey walls
locked in for I was the
demon child
Priest visited me and tried to
lay-on hands
'cept he was the devil and I was the damned
I ran and they confirmed my passage to hell
As I arrived at my cemetery sanctuary
'Cause the dead don't judge
They've already met their fate
They looked upon me and smiled
I was crying my tears too late