Texty písní Envy on the Coast

Envy on the Coast

Clergy

Half an inch away

Speak before the sweat is even noticed

Such a bitter taste

I sat... 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 vile with naivety

Sip and have...

A taste of my disease

And they're dragging you

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 mess 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...

Hands are tied to the clergy's lies and they're dragging you...

Well hands are tied to the clergy's lies and they're dragging you...

Hands are tied to the clergy's lies and they're dragging you...

Hands are tied to the clergy's lies and they're dragging you...

Hands are tied to the clergy's lies and they're dragging you...