Altar

They are among us
They are us
Seeping from wrists
Dissolving our bones
Our eyes roll back
Into our heads
We see the truth
We make amends

Oh prophet of
The pulpit's call
Your cursings hold
Fast to our lungs
We're gasping for
Our final breath
(But) we raise our fists
We make demands

We see the truth
We make amends
We raise our fists
We make demands

Fragmented color
Scattered about
Our precious deeds
Our collections
Swallowed like shards
Of broken glass
Bleeding inside
What must escape

Altar has been
Finally prepared
The choir chants
A glorious refrain
Unclothe our bodies
Expose our souls
Gouge out our eyes
For heavenly rape

Bleeding inside
What must escape
Gouge out our eyes
Before heavenly rape