Let me introduce myself. Present you with my card. You’ll notice the cross that I’m baring. You’ll notice my bleeding heart. The weight of your world delights me. I’ve got misery in my brain. Get down on your knees and repeat after me. Only a miracle could ease your pain. I am your saint of shame. I am the king of pain. And I will relieve you. I am the saint of shame. I am the king of pain. Burn a candle in my name. I am the King of Martyrdom. I love to embrace life’s chemical waste and getting trapped in revolving doors. Oh, to be hung for something you’ve done. To be crushed out like a cigarette. I am your saint of shame. I am the king of pain, and I will relieve you. I am the saint of shame. I am the king of pain. Burn a candle in my name. You’ve got to glorify, idolize, celebrate, give thanks. For I am the holy king of kings. You’ve got to glorify, idolize, celebrate, give thanks. Your torture, I will claim, as my own. I’m akin to bleeding, so tear me limb from limb. I am your revival. I’m your resurrection. I am the answer to your prayers. You’re in seventh heaven now that I’m here. I am your saint of shame. I am the king of pain. And I will relieve you. I am your saint of shame. I am the king of pain. Burn a candle in my name. You’ve got to glorify, idolize, celebrate, give thanks. Your torture, I will claim, as my own. You’ve got to glorify, idolize, celebrate, give thanks. Your torture, I will claim, as my own. I need my fix for tragedy. It gets me through the night. I’m bleeding for you. I prefer to suffer for you. I am the healer to all your scars.
words by j. wilson
