Died In The Prison Of The Holy Office

He handled snakes
He dared them to bite
He put his lips to the strychnine
And he inhaledHe took the news advice
Spent less time indoors
Tried drugs, tried church
The combination workedConfused, but more than willing
That’s when it all stopped working
Tried nihilism
Couldn’t afford the vacationHe took the new advice
Spent less time outdoors
Tried drugs again
Tried church againAt last, he heard the voice
A black cloud with a gray lining
At least we had a choice
But he was cursed from the beginningNight and day, he struggled
To make his own way in time
We crawl just like our fathers
0 miles to get a dimeIt took a decade
The flip of a broken coin
Said he owed it to the pastor
Who said he’d save this boyNight and day, he struggled
To make his own way in time
We crawl just like our mothers
10 miles to get a dimeIt took a decade to flip that broken coin
It took a decade to get it in his mind(At the gates of hell)
(Pretend you’re saved)
(At the gates of hell)
(Pretend you’re brave)
(At the gates of hell)
(Pretend you’re saved)With an everlasting rust
We dragged our names into the dust
Stripped of love, stripped of skin
Built a wall, but they let us inA steel box never unsealed
Isolated in a verdant field
A phony ring of protection
Bought online from a fake white shamanClenched my teeth all the way down
When my therapist said to smile
Kill your mind, lit by fire
Once, I dreamt we heard the choirAway with God, away with love
Our hands are tied and stepped on
Away with God, away with love
Our hands are tied and stepped onAway with God, away with love
Our hands are tied and stepped on
Away with God, away with love
Our hands are tied and stepped on