Paroles de Lambs to the Chapel

God how I ricochet between certainties and doubts? Prey upon the weak as if you were godless We butcher and bear witness Come pray It’s not enough grief Praise the crutch from the arms of your redeemer I’m you’re miracle strung on a rope Cancer plagues the well from which you drink Worship in the filth of a new disease Worship in the clay I seed Feral martyrs in heat Come sink your teeth into me I shepherd the poor like lambs to the chapel Reveling in the dogma and giest You’ll never take me alive, feed me to the fire All and nothing less by the book I prescribe Falsify Hunt down the flock for the meat Prey There is no hope, no cure