We're wading in murky water
Secreting this disease in our wake
We try desperately to be clean
Just to roll in the dirt again
Good news for the faithless
Free will no longer matters
I've found a new way
To escape this futile cycle
Repentance for sins is getting old
It's lather, rinse, and repeat
Be not ashamed of the life you live
There is hope beyond the grave
Gather the dead
And dig up the graves
On this night
The lost shall bathe
In knee-deep water
Old skin is shed
A baptism
For the dead
We can save unwilling
Souls that have gone astray
Long after they are dead
We will wash their sins away
Never mind the life they lived
Or the God that they pursued
A man reading hieroglyphics said
These souls can be renewed
Gather the dead
And dig up the graves
On this night
The lost shall bathe
In knee-deep water
Old skin is shed
A baptism
For the
Dead
Not even our ignorance can hide
We're trying to save what already died
Raise your glass
Bathed in ash
Redemption in
A sailor's grave
In this tide
The dead will rise
For a chance
To be saved
The water is cold but so are their hearts
We will lead them away from the dark
So what if we wash away dead flesh
Into the waters in which we drink
The dead will rise
We're just
Sprinkling water over rotting flesh
Soaking only dead cells without a host
Wash away decaying skin and reveal
A bloated lifeless cadaver
With John the Baptist, by my side
Our actions, will be justified
With John the Baptist, by my side
Our actions, will be justified
Such great lengths to rectify our filthy transgressions
Gather the dead
And dig up the graves
On this night
The lost shall bathe
In knee-deep water
Old skin is shed
A baptism
For the dead