Not A Christian Anymore

Hard winter, raining glass
Counting the hours but time refuses to pass
In splinters, like a crucifix
Or what’s left when lovers become heretics

That night in the sleeping house of God
I was a phantom walking in the corridor
I was a Christian then
I’m not a Christian anymore

Swastika Laundry, Lily of the Nile
Saint Saviour’s, I dragged you down the aisle
But the sweeter the kiss, the harder you betray
The more you deny me what you’ve already thrown away

That night in the sleeping house of God
I was a phantom walking in the corridor
I was a Christian then
I'm not a Christian anymore

Let mе sleep without dreaming, let me risе without a sound
Let me live my days a thorn without a crown
Let the judge see reason, let the judgement fit the crime
If we must be punished, let the punishment be mine
Let the trumpet choke,let the church bell bleed
Let the metronome tick at a different speed

That night in the sleeping house of God
I was a phantom walking in the corridor
I was a Christian then
I’m not a Christian anymore

I’m not a Christian anymore
I’m not a Christian anymore