You waged your war with no contempt You cracked your spine as you sat and wept You’re keeping still to keep alive You forged your name in the lake of fire Where you tossed your sins and softly sighed You’re keeping still to keep alive
Sit solemnly still, may the patterns in your breathing make you feel a little closer to yourself Sit solemnly still, may the movements of your chest rise and fall, the rhythm is your medicine And oh my god what kind of shit are we in? We’re all a puzzle and the pieces are wearing thin Just hold my head close to your chest cause I’m about to leave Well our doors are closed, and our closets are locked From keeping other peoples’ bones tucked away in the dark Well you can keep your deceit; you can keep it in your teeth
You’re the bastard son of some blessed saint You may bare his face but never his name For if they should know then who would they praise For a life of martyrdom and a life of grace