 Half an inch away
Speak before the sweat is even noticed
Such a bitter taste
Recite 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 veins to fill this vial with naivety
Sip and have a taste of my disease
And they're dragging you
The 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 mass of surgery
Speak so soft with hectic grins
Face the veil that separates
Where guilt won't die and is born again
Open aisle awaits for my two knees
And they're dragging you
And they're dragging you
And they're dragging you
Our hands are tied to the clergy's lies and and they're dragging you
Our hands are tied to the clergy's lies and and they're dragging you
Our hands are tied to the clergy's lies and and they're dragging you
Our hands are tied to the clergy's lies and and they're dragging you
Our hands are tied to the clergy's lies and and they're dragging you
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