Clergy

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...