We hear the babble
Out from the miracle glass
We drink it with lust

And people are voids
Pits for our vomitous hate
A red-blue slurry

And they are products
Paywalls, **** flesh machines
Our drugs for the self

And they are garbage
To be thrown out for their sins
To spare us their stench

[I believe in God
The Father, Heaven-Maker
And that of the earth]

And I have some friends
Who are not talking right now
But that seems so small

And there lies the Bride
Gut-stabbed by her own children
Her husband weeping

And sometimes this town
Suffocates in its nothing
Kids dying in it

And on many nights
I've been struck with the plain thought
"I need a good cry"

[And Jesus the Son
The only One from the start
He's the whole story]

And the more it goes
The more it becomes crystal
Often I'm the fool

And I've been so stuck
Thinking on all that happened
Five long years ago

And I've spent that time
Trying to prove to myself
That I'm different now

And I'm less angry
But the great cosmic joke is
Now I'm just more sad

[And the Holy Ghost
Who has come and has spoken
Through imperfect men]

And a tongue sparks flames
Til a bullet steals his speech
His widow lies cold

And kids' guts are strewn
There's a bad guy behind them
That makes it okay

And I think my voice
Is just more noise atop noise
A hellish clamor

Gracious Lord Jesus
Son of the one Living God
Have mercy on us

[And in the one Church
And that the glorious New
Will swallow the old]