The temple of my skin - time travel

Babylon
My body is a sacred scroll
And I sold each word to feed my soul
My hands were clean but my mind was dirty
I kissed the altar of the truth
Begging peace and broken clues

Now
Im in a soldier's skin
Where the gods grew tired and the saints gave in
The enemy drank from wounds that never dried
This vision is so clear

I danced with witches in my mind
Their chants were soft, their secrets old
One kissed my ribs, then said
"embrace
The body's just a haunted place"
Another gave me black obsidian glass
And I watched a thousand lifetimes pass

Electric psalms
Now I roam these neon nights
Where angels choke on traffic lights
I trade my blood for pixie dust
And sold all my desires

I chant one prayer
"If the flesh must turn to dust
Please let it burn for love, not lust

(I've killed that temptation)