Holy Terror - Acumen Nation

Highwire

Trapeze

Blood on

Your knees

Never fixtures

Only passing gashes

You’re praying for nothing

Cuz no one answers

I see right through your halo stained lies

Saintly wounded or an asthmatic cancer

Mostly rumors except for the tumors

The ones that the clergy couldn’t deny

I’m the zealot

A stigmatic answer?

Looking back on my soldiers

Weapons raised and slash through the air

Trance of ignorance finally broken

We sacrifice many to save the few

And I believe

In above all things

Exposing christianity

It’s wholly pathetic

Hateful nasty lemmings

Disgusted with themselves

Spitting their lies

Through the bile of a hymn

We’re surrounded by hate and denial and sin

And that’s just the communion…

And if there is… something…

Anything above

We’d surely be welcome home

Before any of you…