Well there are secrets around this town.
Under the pretence of faith turning us around.
Well there are rotten lies but there's worse ones that are true.
Well there's a depth of cold in this place.
Like the smell of your death over a warm embrace.
There are feeding times that were stolen straight from you.
They'll sing hallelujah
Cause you wont be here tomorrow will you.
So please don't hold my hand.
They were screaming from the septic tanks
While the father sat there as you sank
and your mothers eyes cried waterfalls for you.
Well there's no room left in this hole.
Full of digested sacraments and dirty souls
Well there's benevolent saviours content to ignore you.
Well there's an evil cold to their ease.
To treat the fruit of your love just like a new disease.
Like to hold onto life was shameful point of view.
They'll sing hallelujah
Cause you wont be here tomorrow will you.
So please don't hold my hand.
They were screaming from the septic tanks
While the father sat there as you sank
and your mothers eyes cried waterfalls for you.
They'll sing hallelujah
Cause you wont be here tomorrow will you.
credits
from Inarticulate,
track released December 25, 2023
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