The sinner and the musical graves

I know 'bout a man who was married to sin
The fires of his blasphemy burning my skin
His rose did not wither, petals don't fall
Oblivious to me when I kneeled down and begged him to stop

I know 'bout a man devastated by sin
However his wrongs did not wrinkle his chin
He was ever tempted and ever provoked
And with each pleasure gained he would knock down the rules of this world

Stars are allowed
His kingdom is coming to him
With the blink of an eye his tomorrow he'd find
He knew he would not be redeemed

I know 'bout a body buried alive
But fret not, its soul has so long ago died
Held by the devil, held in his hands
I weep cause I don't think his innocence was a fair price

If he'd tried to stop it would have been too late
For the bird song was already filling the air:
"Under every moon you'll exhibit your sorrow
For one cannot sleep when sleep is an omen of horror"

Stars are allowed
His kingdom is coming to him
In a painting one night his tomorrow he'd find
He knew he would not be redeemed

He couldn't put down the need to repent when the end drew near on Judgement Day
He longed for salvation but felt no remorse so before he could pray he just tore out his tongue

Aaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaah

He danced all around the musical graves when the end drew near on Judgement Day
He longed for salvation but felt no remorse so before he could pray he just tore out his tongue