I stand before the altar
And feel myself being judged
Cold, calculating eyes
Which tear through my very soul
I look for a saviour
To speak on my behalf
A psychopomp who would remember
An ancestor who knew me when
Someone... anyone...
With a kind word to say
But I wait in vain
Standing naked before the world
Bleeding my disgrace
Into the sacrificial bowl
And when the last drop is spent
And all is said and done
The last words on my lips spoke
'and yet I love you still'