The Holy Man
Brendan Goldstein, Ethan Riley, Orion Harbal
Dear God, its the Holy man
Your mistake but I do what I can
My guts splurged with goo as I told the truth
My gaping walls, they tell no lies
My guts they serve as my spies
Oh, oh, oh, how I wish I died (die)
Dear God, why do you keep me alive
Oh, how a holy man could survive
I try, I cry, the tears are dry
Oh why, why, why, why, why, why
This cross burns to my skin
I am no demon of sin
This cross shows no sign of god
Take it off, off, off
Take it off
Its me, the one born empty full of holes
Heart still beating but without a soul
Blood beading the water going cold
Overheating sweat starts to pool
Dear Holy man, First letter that I wrote
You are not divine, you belong to the goat
Things aren't quite as easy as it seems
If I could fix you, Life would be a dream