When the moment comes to light the lost and it’s eyes on you,
leaving us no legacy but residue
It’s when you preach your promises like the filth was always there
If we could tread so lightly that the bait in my breath is done
Grind down, the grief gives way
And with your nothing words, stand by the lie, watch your saviour bleed
He said, “My son, they’ll know you by the numbness in your knees”
If I could run the way your god conceals his gun
He’d know that for all your pride,
we’re all buried by the same slow violence
We’re all buried by the sure decay
So give us something more than the wretch,
than the pose of the penitent
And with a rapture wracked, spit back the impact in the garden
The shots don’t miss, and you know it
and bite down until it’s all done
Isn’t this what you want?
The man, the pyre, the only son
If I could run the way your god conceals his gun
He’d know that for all your pride,
we’re all buried by the same slow violence
We’re all buried by the sure decay
So you can save your empty prayers for deaf ears
Keep your eyes front and listen, your sons are all singing Maria
And you can bleed your promises and leech your covenant,
They’re already singing Maria
For the lie that feeds the fire
We’re all buried by the same slow violence
We’re all buried by the sure decay
The way your god conceals his gun