Died in the Prison of the Holy Office

He handled snakes

He dared them to bite

He put his lips to the strychnine

And he inhaled

He took the news advice

Spent less time indoors

Tried drugs, tried church

The combination worked

Confused but more than willing

That's when it all stopped working

Tried nihilism

Couldn't afford the vacation

He took the new advice

Spent less time outdoors

Tried drugs again

Tried church again

At last, he heard the voice

A black cloud with a gray lining

At least we had a choice

But he was cursed from the beginning

Night and day, he struggled

To make his own way in time

We crawl just like our fathers

Ten miles to get a dime

It took a decade

The flip of a broken coin

Said he owed it to the pastor

Who said he'd save this boy

Night and day, he struggled

To make his own way in time

We crawl just like our mothers

Ten miles to get a dime

It took a decade

To flip that broken coin

It took a decade

To get it in his mind

At the gates of Hell

Pretend you're saved

At the gates of Hell

Pretend you're brave

At the gates of Hell

Pretend you're saved

With an everlasting rust

We dragged our names into the dust

Stripped of love, stripped of skin

Built a wall, but they let us in

A steel box never unsealed

Isolated in a verdant field

A phony ring of protection

Bought online from a fake white shaman

Clenched my teeth all the way down

When my therapist said to smile

Kill your mind, lit by fire

Once I dreamt we heard the choir

Away with God, away with love

Our hands are tied and stepped on

Away with God, away with love

Our hands are tied and stepped on

Away with God, away with love

Our hands are tied and stepped on

Away with God, away with love

Our hands are tied and stepped on