My friend the Zealot
shot me with a pellet
angry as I didn’t bow my head just right
during this implosion
and the batteries corrosion
we couldn’t read the gospel
cause hell I didn’t have the light
so I asked the pastor
after this disaster
how do you get the cathedral to shine so bright
he looked me in the eye
said it would be fine
a tithe they would collect
to commit my crime
and I said
forgive me, forgive me again and again
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The rules we play by
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