He talks to me in mighty arcs of monotone
My faith revered, it shrinks beneath the heavy drone
And catapulted upwards by the sound

And splinters heaven bound, again, return to me

I will sing to you this violence

I will sing to you this reverence
I will sing to you whatever will be sung,
On earth thy will be done, to this

This perfect tense

She talks to me in mighty arcs of her new scene

And my faith revered still shrinks beneath the heavy seed
And catapulted upwards by the sound
And splinters heaven bound, again, return to me


I will sing to you this violence
I will sing to you this reverence

I will sing to you whatever will be sung,
On earth your will be done, to this
This perfect tense


I will sing to you this violence
I will sing to you this perfect tense


Ande we will sing to you some violence
We will sing to you some reverence

We will sing to you whatever will be sung
On earth thy will be done
For this...

This perfect tense
This perfect tense...