Saints on the rise in the form of thorns,
Sermon on the mount from the fire tongues,
Satan on the lips in the form of god,
Killers in a line of the chosen ones.

The lies of angels comfort me
Still I respect their full intent
The lies of devils I'd expect
This stale inhaling Heaven's scent

Spirits chewing holes in the flesh they wait for,
Time is on the heels of the worried hearts,
Blood within the lungs of the world a whore,
Wet as the impending doom of heaven starts.

The lies of angels comfort me
Still I respect their full intent
The lies of devils I expect
And I think I can afford the rent
The lies of angels comfort me
Still I respect their full intent
The lies of devils I expect
I never said I wouldn't fall, your logic's bent

Hallowed are the names of the knowing few,
Knowing all the while their own deceit,
Stumbling on the shards of the shattered pews,
Licking at the wounds of their unclean feet.
Piercing are the screams of the lost unloved,
Shredding are the claws of the beast in page,
Lying are the hearts of the push and shoved,
Dangerous repression of sexual rage.

By and by the time will tell us all
By and by the time will tell us all to go to hell I want another chance,
But all the tallest tales of heaven
Bend my ears into a shape
so foreign Still I wait just like a child to hear Christ whisperin