This faith
as frantic as the common mind
as pedantic as the bottom line
so count your sins reform control
the idle negates so watch as the witches get
burnt away, internally

correlate sin to passion
desire is flame reilluminate thought
don't watch as the fire fly
burns away internally
and dies

you bow before the webs you weave
I ask just this, of minds retrieved
"how can senses so delicate not detect
the arrant taste of bullshit
at the bottom of the ambrosia bowl"

appalling how it keeps revolving
and falling further from resolving
the solemn burden of absolving
our design, my desire to
step within these limitations
which tempt my nerve and test my patience
and apprehend the seemingly divine

as I pray, god preys, I pray, god preys
I will prey on you

wait, don't you know
ignorance is beautiful (when you lie)
how the shame called your name
"Liar"