I woke up sweating on the moaning mount of olives My black dove penance weighing down my feather feet Woven into my skin, the covenants I'd broken My granite heart will not forget what it once was.
A coffer full of your love I couldn't bear it.
I don't believe I ever had a choice When the sun came up and my eyes were struck I don't believe I could've changed my mind In the dead end heat of that withered beach With my grave stone teeth and your seven shades of grief
We were unleavened earth before the first unsettled word fell They drew the devil's iris in between your brows Accursed breath that left our bodies when the day broke Who built that weary wooden cabinet for your faith?
All these doors I see mean nothing to me.
I don't believe I ever had a choice When we lost our sight to the teething night I don't believe I could've changed my mind When the seeds were sown and then left alone How could I have known I was never on my own?
Oh God, I feel like every saintly fire was my fault.
That I got crossed off of the wall and my fingers all bloodied and torn and it's just a lie, a poor excuse for all the fumes that I spit out back when I was young, and god damn the truth, I was unused, an empty glass, an oarsman and no one knew my name. Knew my name
I am not welcome here I am not welcome in this house I built. I am not welcome here I am not welcome in this house I built. I am not welcome here I am not welcome in this house I built.