In the Atlas Cedars lyrics

Some kind of poison is hiding up my sleeves Don't recall how it got there I had a long stay up with the Jinn and orchid trees I might have lost my head Buried my clothes in the coriander Cut out my tongue to correct my grammar Offended all of the grieving mothers Couldn't contend with the miscreant I was You were apostate, just caving in and out of faith And saving your receipts But is it so wrong that you cannot find your fatal flaw? Well it keeps you up all night You're wrapped so tight in the Atlas cedars You're overdrawn and uncelebrated Caught up in dreams that you can't remember Stuck in the day Saint Sophia left you waiting On a corner with your hands full of thorns. I found the floor plan to what I once thought had no shape But I still think it's bullshit And I found my senses encased in old acanthus leaves They're better off without me