Violent Gospels


Oh, My Lovely Pilgrim!

Eric Vain
Eric Vain


As if in a dream, he stole from my heart and then my soul 
In such a charming way, I'd beg to fit the mold
Fed the dead, and plucked the feathers to be sold 
Blinded by mercy strings, & sold blood for go 

Yeah we sold our blood for gold

I beg forgiveness, yet a heathen gets no grace 
I drift among sea's that sow forsaken waste
I shot a bullet that has traveled backwards home
Oh, my lovely pilgrim, I trade my soul for stone 
Yeah we trade our soul for stone