First Prayer - Katatonia

In the prayer, can't seem to find the right words

But we stretch our dead arms for salvation

The foundation and the chemical need

Discordance put a veil over my creed

So sweet my fever now

Embraced by its tainted wings

Cup my hands and taste the spite

Immune to the truths you told

In the wake, reverence in my every move

The wretched stars aligned for dead wisdom

The apparition, rise with my every breath

Grasping for the one who lie beneath

You leave now

Leave my void of prayers

Take these words to go with you

Take the splinters, see them fall

Idle stare, who will come forth from the dry wind

And find my blood and clothes and rust?

Cleaned the past like water through stone

Earth did cast a shade over my sleep

So sweet my fever now

Embraced by its tainted wings

Cup my hands and taste the spite

Immune to the truths you told

You leave now

Leave my void of prayers

Take these words to go with you

Take the splinters, see them fall