Ramekin - Sinai Vessel

Not a single door in this house

Will shut closed all the way

They are swollen with the moisture

Of all the things that we refuse to say

No counsel held in private, not a whisper will survive

When cursed acoustics are at play

Our portraits in the hallway seem to mock our firm commitment

To corner and to frame

Comfort in the idyll, comfort in the idyll

Suckling at the teat of grassy plain

Comfort in the idol, comfort in the idol

Of the temple built by all the tithe we’ve paid

Found a note left inside, inside of the pulpit

It reads quietly, perforated at the side

«Acknowledge the beast in the room

Acknowledge the beast and get eaten alive

You’ll get eaten alive»

So all rise

Yeah, all rise

They all arrive just like you arrive

So don’t even try

Don’t even try

Comfort in the idle, comfort in the idle

Keep the speaking creature in his cage