Testo Clergy

Half an inch away
Speak before the sweat is even noticed
Such a bitter taste
I said the words I just can't comprehend

Ink the scriptures to my feet
The bruising swells in apathy
Sit so still with skeptic limbs Penetrate these veins to fill this vile with naivety
Sip and have
A taste of my disease

and they're dragging you

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 of veil that separates what 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

Hands are tied to a clergy's lies
and they're dragging you
Hands are tied to a clergy's lies
and they're dragging you
Hands are tied to a clergy's lies
and they're dragging you, oh

Hands are tied to a clergy's lies
and they're dragging you, oohhh
Hands are tied to a clergy's lies
and they're dragging you
Hands are tied to a clergy's lies
and they're dragging you
Hands are tied to a clergy's lies
and they're dragging you
and they're dragging you
and they're dragging you...