Sinner, saint, martyr, man
He who is without sin
Casting stones in the desert
Until spears pierce skin

Tradition to cover my head
Practice what you preach
Stones words tumbling
Caught between teeth

Not heaven, not earth
Shallow graves and the ******
Seated at a table
Where sinners hold hands

A hungry man's prayer
On the lips of a priest
Ache of an empty stomach
Feed the head of the beast

Break body and bread
The last thing on the mind
Water in the glass
Dripping with wine

Turn tables and tricks
With righteous anger
Biting a bitter tongue
To keep out of danger

Saint's digging their graves
In the name of gospel words
Spitting out fire
Things God never heard

Hail Mary full of grace
Communion, crucifixion
Ye though I walk through the valley
I will fear no affliction

Nails in palm
Who would see heaven fall
Turning deaf ears
To a righteous call

Martyr's nailing
Paper sins to the cross
Casting lots for wages
Not knowing the cost

A man's sacrifice
Curtain splitting in two
A thorn crown
Biting like a tattoo

Holy of holies
Laid bare under heaven
Collecting in baskets
Body of man, unleavened

Who are the righteous
Who can know God