Heath McNease - Rev. Hooper (The Minister's Black Veil) lyrics

[Intro] What is done in darkness comes to light Sometimes darkness haunts us in clear sight A veil, not for my face, but for my fallen mind What is done in darkness comes to light [Interlude] (Hide my face) Shroud my eyes (Hide my face) Let this veil fall down (Hide my face) For my crimes (Hide my face) In this lonely town (Hide my face) I see vultures circling (Hide my face) To pick apart what's left of me (Hide my face) [Verses] (yeah) Black crepe hang down, only lips visible All good deeds are forgettable 'cause only sin's memorable If Reverend Hooper said he's just shy of forgivable Then I'm gallows-hill-bound 'cause I ain't gon' fall into short of lynch-able And John Proctor was reputable, estimable But printable decree said he'll still end up Hester-Prynn-able So bless the venerable Reverend Hooper's sinister Veil that covers sins so unbecoming of a minister Puritans Rebecca nurse becomes a martyr Cause when you hate we love 'em harder Wonder whose hand snuck up in Putnam's garter This is Gothic Salem This is Occam's Razor say intoxicate [?] Speech and faulty logic makes em awful neighbors This is Arthur Miller This McCarthyism This an Auschwitz prison Communism, Nazis, witches plots are not that different Hawthorne changed his fricken name 'cause he was wrought with visions Of a twisted family tree with roots that strangled all its victims Punishment for sin is isolation Dying in the same piss-poor conditions we were raised in Jonathon Edwards said we're pigs on a spit bastin' But compared to Salem 1690, this vacation Real estate article Simple carriage ride from Boston Nautical-themed hamlet nestled up to Marblehead and Gloucester Roger Conant's bronze iconic statue in the common Facing Washington is watching when dawn is falling upon us I see an apparition every step I take I suspect today is the day a specter takes my face And it takes my shape Following my enemies for days while i sit and wait At least that's what I.B. Williams [?] say And I'm whisked away Just like Bridget Bishop in some chains Crying "innocent" while villagers Are diggin' up my grave It's a shallow one Straight off the gallows dumped I become an afterthought Just after all these feuding families have their fun [Outro] What is done in darkness comes to light Sometimes darkness haunts us in clear sight A veil, not for my face, but for my fallen mind What is done in darkness comes to light