Kiss his cheek and please wish him well
From the forces he’s opposing he may not prevail
Though death was past
Life had not come
Kneeling on grass
All withered and gone
People are dying
Naturally
Pigs keep on flying
All while the time keeps on passing
We just gotta hope that it won’t bring
Bad luck to your mother
You’re no God
But your father was a good carpenter
Feel the nails go through your hands into wood
Poison in the system’s kicking in
All the priests are praying
Altar boys won't tell what they saw in the basement locked up
Think about it
It’s quite fucked up
Wash our feet
Bestow intrinsic grace.
All predictions are now failing the doomed human race
The winds have changed
The storm is near
No hope is feigned
What it brought here.
But are the lies you tell
Enough to go to hell?
Take what you can
Hide it down deep
But the rest will have to keep
Disintegrating under a pressure of reality greater than the mind
Plus it can bring
Bad luck to your mother
There’s no God
But my father was a good carpenter
Feel the nails go through my hands into wood
Power in my system’s kicking in
All the priests are dreading
Altar boys will tell what they saw in the basement locked up
Think about it
It’s so fucked up
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