The state of your sad faith
The gods turn and all walk away
So, how can they suffer wars of men?
It's so comforting to know we'll fade
From caustic man to coffin and soil
Don't forget son, turn palms face up
And then I'll deliver you
His crossing pen turned our world sin
I'll chance a canned life's up for one answer
Took ransom for hands clean
Dark firewalls and a cancer
Deep ends for thee
We swim in fire
He is sure of this culling form
Hissing ends the promise talk
Bleach hands in blood and hyssop
Perennial falling star
Now, sing it soft with a lifted head
"It's a coward's sin to fail"
My sinful calloused heart
I've strengthened and for this love poor