Half an inch away
Speak before the sweat is even noticed
Such a bitter taste
I sat.. the words I just can't comprehend
Ink the scriptures to my feet
The bruising swells and apathy
Sit so still with skeptic limbs..
Penetrate these fangs to fill this bile with naivety
Sip and tap a taste of my disease
And they're dragging you
Sacrament has stained
my appetite for ceremony crisis
a narrow taste for faith..
depends on all the staleness that has formed you
stitch the sins to my gums and teeth
a midnight mess of surgery
speak so soft with hectic grins
face of veil that separates
what guilt won't die when you're born again
open aisle awaits for my two needs
And they're dragging you
And they're dragging you
And they're dragging you
And they're dragging you
Hands are tied to clergy's lies and they're dragging you…
Hands are tied to clergy's lies and they're dragging you…
Hands are tied to clergy's lies and they're dragging you…
Hands are tied to clergy's lies and they're dragging you…
Hands are tied to clergy's lies and they're dragging you…