Half an inch away
Speak before the sweat is even noticed
Such a bitter taste
I sat 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 vile with naivety
Sit down child
A taste of my disease

If I drain 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 mess of surgery
Speak so soft with hectic grins
Face of veil that separates
What guilt won't die when you're born again
Open aisle awaits for my two needs

If I drain you
If I drain you
And I find you

As I die to clergy's lies and I drain you
Well as I die to the clergy's lies and I drain you
As I die to the clergy's lies and I drain you
As I die to the clergy's lies and I drain you
As I die to the clergy's lies and I drain you