I'm about to faint
No one remembers You
When they're dead
Or praises You from the grave
I can't sing if I'm six-feet-under
Weeping and it's flooding
In my bedroom, tear ducts running
You list each one within your record
Enter tears into your ledger
Consider all our sighs
We lay requests before in expectation
My thoughts trouble me
But so do gaping stares of the wicked
Open up their mouth-throat
It's an open grave, it's a misquote
They love each harmful word
Whatever is unbefitting and the fuzz won't quit
We have sinned today
Even our fathers did
We traded-in the God of Glory
For an image of a cow that eats the pasture
Offered as a sacrifice
All our children to the demon
We've hurt a lot and hurt a lot of kinship
Pry us loose from this grip

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