My church has been steel.

Infrared blinks twice at my understanding, my eyes falling into puddles.
Tethered by limbs still letting go. Branches invade our churches.
Stain glass will break and crack between our holy pockets.

But no, its all to undersold.
Leaving the witting on their left arm.
Left to betray innocent faces.
Metal petals decorate.

This is our memory, fighting its own sickness.
Comfortable blankets are melting in my mind.
This is our reality, evaporating before the cause.
Burst my tumor and kill.

O, I'll bleed artistic value on your problems. For the taking.
Cover your senses, their frequently slipping feet. For the faking.
Tell the watching clocks that your sorry. For exploding because....

But no, its all to undersold.
Leaving the wittings on their left arms.
Left to betray innocent faces. It's what, is it right?
Metal petals decorate.

To eradicate what is left to show. Believing the only cause.
Nothing inside of it, we have bled to death. Below the city.
Where anger sleeps... where anger sleeps... where anger sleeps.

Still set my steel eyes on the cross hair to judge the illusions.
To be beheaded before the dawn, telling us we are waiting.... For the stereo control.

It's bent out of shape for us today.

O, I'll bleed artistic value on your problems. For the taking.
Cover your senses, their frequently slipping feet. For the faking.
Tell the watching clocks that I'm sorry. For exploding because....