Spirit Of The West - Can't Accept The Saint lyrics

Can't accept the saint dying here before me pa**ing out the pearls while reaching up to glory On my carousel I am whipping dancing horses riding up and down chasing tails and choices I miss the mortal you have shed Whose tongue was sharp like a pointed stick We poked the world until it bled and now you're laying hands instead But you, you don't have to feel You, you don't have to feel Crossing is complete free from all the ties that held back all the truths from exposing all the lies He's leaving us for good He'll leave us for the better build upon his words up to the last letter I miss the mortal you have shed Whose tongue was sharp like a pointed stick We poked the world until it bled and now you're laying hands instead But you, you don't have to feel You, you don't have to feel You, you don't have to feel And I do I do I do