Half an inch away Speak before the sweat is even noticed Such a bitter taste Recite the words I just can't comprehend Ink the scriptures to my feet The bruising, swells and apathy Sit so still with skeptic limbs Penetrate these veins to fill this vial with naivety Sip and have a taste of my disease And they're dragging you The sacrament has stained My appetite for ceremony crisis A narrow taste for faith Depends on all the staleness that has formed you Stitch the sins to my gums and teeth A midnight ma** of surgery Speak so soft with hectic grins Face the veil that separates Where guilt won't die and is born again Open aisle awaits for my two knees And they're dragging you And they're dragging you And they're dragging you Our hands are tied to the clergy's lies and and they're dragging you Our hands are tied to the clergy's lies and and they're dragging you Our hands are tied to the clergy's lies and and they're dragging you Our hands are tied to the clergy's lies and and they're dragging you Our hands are tied to the clergy's lies and and they're dragging you