blood once spilled and filled my cup
when all i'd ever heard was love love love so i drank it up
as if i could taste that love
i knew when it was near
you can't forget that kind of fear
legitimately white if impolite
but if you like it right
when i will
lord have mercy on me
o sinners!
competition of my dreams
has to mean some things
he payed the price but we got the fee
bloodshed on calvary
okay i believe
o sinners!
you are free now best be getting going pretty soon
up to the spirit in the sky as it covers up the moon
casting shadows on the faces teaching me to calculate
the experience of existence any given night or day
between myself and a wiener dog
and it feels freakin good
oh yeah
'cause the moon is bright but the sky is thick
when the figures part i see visions of snakes
in the cradles (in the craters!)
on the surface (on the surface!)
of the perfect pearly white bright light
either a warning or hallucination of a bent imagination
stopping only seconds long enough so i can notice
when my mind is right or wrong it feels good but makes me ignorant
and sometimes that's the reason because ignorance feels innocent
but we are very guilty
yes and i was born guilty
(chorus)
either a beacon or a bushel but which i can't decide
either way i awake and i'm sober
somehow we keep moving
but some of us are so slow