Lyrics:

Sleeping pills can keep one drowsy
Shut out the angst and feel but nothing
Yet to find total closure for terrors of the past
A saddened man now entered the hospital at last

Ninth door to the left
Laid all answers to what had kept him drunk
For all those years
A gently knocking but no answer
Hesitated for a second
Then turned the knob and stepped inside

In front of him a well made bed
In it a woman sleeping, he pulled up a chair
So fragile and so helpless
He took her hand and held it
And whispered in her ear

Edward
'My dear Ms. Sinclair, you are my mother and a whore of evil
How could you leave me there in that old church, why

My first vague memories of Father Dorian and me on my knees
He stole my boyhood early, him and the other priests
While preaching I was dirty and needed to be cleansed

Baptized my young face with soggy semen
Every evening while tears ran
Alternated with violent whipping in God's name
I was a child of shame

Dorian, he sodomized my weak and childish body
The cross went inside my ravished rear end and bent me open
Those yellow teeth still haunt my dreams

Caged from daylight inside a cellar
He kept me locked up 'til pleasure he craved
I know Gods light is shining
But this molested soul will never see
A heaven that I am certain of

My dear Ms. Sinclair
You are my mother and a whore of evil
How could you leave me there
In that old church, why

Then one night I noticed hed forgotten
To lock the doors and I saw my chance
I sneaked out and ran off, foggy air
Morning dark, the grass was wet
I'd been there for so long, not sure of my age
The wicked Father D. may he burn in hell
You must die oh spiteful bitch, you put me there'

Slowly she opened her eyes and stared at him silent at first
Felt she was squeezing his hand, the wrinkly old hag

Ms. Sinclair
'My dear boy, my dear Edward let me tell you of your past
Please son ease down, sit down and listen to me

I was born where you grew up
Daughter of Father Dorian
His line of blood runs deep
Deeper than you can possibly imagine

Night after night he robbed me of pride
Pleasing his need, a child of his breed that never could smile
Instead of playing with a dolly I had to play with him
In my mouth I can still taste his salt veiny skin

Barely fertile yet daily raped, his holy seed
Finally my girly womb managed to impregnate
My father, my lover had now made me a mother
As he delivered my baby I wept to God

I left the church right after my baby boy was born
I was replaced by my infant to be my father's toy
That toy was you dear Edward and Im glad I left you there
Our Father's love for his children can never be compared'