The Lapse - Betrayal Lyrics
Though I've returned with my head hung lowand my palms pressed flatly, upwardly together,in due time I plan on leaving againand when I do my fingers will fold to form a gunand flip to ***** a chorus of pussieswho still answer to that brilliant thoughtthat revealed itself to them in third grade.What was it again?In this church the clocks have stoppedwhile her bedtime tongue hits my ears undecipheredand my hands send "silk" to my heartbefore the "skin" to my brainand I know these whispers betray my alchemyand my new religion can set us back centuries,but I'm not coming backI'm not coming back until i can take this with me.