Trust (The Sacred and Unclean) Songtext
von Christian Death Featuring Rozz Williams

The haven of sick minds, this is a holy place to be

He felt gouts of meat stripped from his limbs,
The corner of his lips flaking off like mica
"Devils are holy, holy for suffering the sins of man
Devils are sucking at their lives
Devils are holy, holy for suffering the sins of man
The sins of man"


Saliva in his mouth and throat dried,
Pierced his eyes,
Stuffed his hole full of soil
Looking back, he saw his body crack – symmetrical
Without fear
He is completely lost, but found
The sacred and unclean
The sacred and unclean

Absence of heads
Shattered, peeling, tumid bellies split wide open
Dig a little deeper
Dig a little deeper
Facial features had literally been erased
Hundreds in shreds and tatters
Hundreds in the weakness of despair
Devils are holy
Like a dream remembered
Holy for suffering
All dust again
The sins of man
Such a holy place to be