Amphetamine Praise - Breather Resist

So here I sit, waiting on ends of days

So here I sit, singing these songs of praise

A hymn for a wish

A hymn for a prayer

In the company of flies

Trying to breathe with lead-laced lungs

Panic

On my knees just for one taste

Just a taste of this righteousness

This glass is warming my veins with verses of pleasure

This lust for virtue stains my sheets

Finding Jesus at the bottoms of bottles

Songs of praise to wish it all away, until it all goes black

Sweating scriptures

Retching verses

Tearing confessions

A hymn for a wish

A hymn for a prayer

Songs of praise to wish it all away, until it all goes black