Clergy - Envy On The Coast

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