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 mess of surgery

Speak so soft with hectic grins
Deface the veil that separates
Where guilt won't die and is born again

Open aisle awaits for my two needs

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