There’s a guy in a church wearing three pairs of socks
Kneeling by the candles stealing coins from a box.
There’s a guy on TV wearing three diamond rings
Stealing from the faithful while a gospel group sings.
You can label a man, but I swear it just goes to show you,
Don’t care how far you fall, someone’s always a step below you.
So let’s sing through the lonely time,
Sing the chorus to a nursery rhyme,
Let’s sing while the church bells chime
All the way, all the way home.
There’s a hush running deep through the wintertime woods;
Gotta cup your ear to hear the oughts and the shoulds.
There’s a nail through a board and it’s covered in snow
Lying on the trail between the stop and the go.
It’s the same song and dance, for I swear there’s a strong connection,
You can follow the signs and be led in the wrong direction.
But let’s sing when we feel distress
As we wander through the wilderness.
Let’s sing more and grumble less,
All the way, all the way home.
Lets sing of little joys that bring us happiness
All the way, all the way home.
Easy money, like easy prey. Our hearts have turned to catacombs where our inner children lay. Change yourself and your mind,change your thoughts of Decline. Watch the world wash away, cleanse your self of decay. Memories dissipate, burning world full of hate. Silent wisdom still razor sharp. Everybody plays their part. Stagnant water blinds my eyes. Goddess rotten between her thighs. But there's still so much to be learned. All these lovers will slowly burn. But there's still so much to seen. The society bathed in gangrene. Razor wire, your Morningview. Your liars tongue, you will slowly chew. purity begging before it's hung, on praying knees... bite off your tongue. And you will leave nothing but bleached bones when you go. Leaving no scar upon this world. And you will join the herds of mass graves. Another soul neglected to be saved. Same song and dance time and time again. Bleeding dry the beast long before it began. Cliché life, cliché death. Honesty in a bullet's breath. Watch the world wash away, cleanse yourself of decay. Another American failure to be lost amongst the tribe.
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