A Vision After The Sermon: Jacob Wrestling With The Junior Boys Soccer Team lyrics

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Artist: Bombs Over Providence
Album: Shake Your Body Politic

Lyrics

Ash and palm, burnt black, caked to my forehead
For we are the children of faith in dead gods
Fear not bedrooms nor states, as they are merely the bait
And hate is still the sermon of this mass
I have lost the nerve to listen about hellfire, brimstone, self-guilt and atonement
How could I sanctify a union?
I'm re-thinking gender as pink and blue holding cells
Triumvirate of old shame, old hate and apologia
We fear to death the father, in the son's bedroom
Give up on the ghost, padre, he's keeping it quiet
Are we not as strong as gods we've killed and proved wrong?
Change comes slowly
Can you bare the weight of the first sin and prisoner's fate?
I gained from picking scabs, my wherewithal, my open tabs
Rosaries our fists, thanks to the fates I kissed
Burn up every bill on the table, deny any oath we swore
What about all the love in my brother?
Growing up thinking it was wrong
Stones thrown had wings of scripture, so olly-olly-oxen free
You better read up, boy, kneel down and get praying
I got a mother mary says I'll get to you first
Deny that I could be as strong, and you'll soon regret it
Deny that I could last as long and I'll bury the last to say it
Idle hands, safer beds, quiet minds, take this to bed

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