A song played by so many,
Heard in infinite variations, 
Violence and oblations,
Beyond our mortal stations,

The Triune of the universe,
King and Lord of all,
The worthiest source, 
Insight into shining truth,

Warmth and life,
Enhances us into enlightenment,
The rebirth of fire stripping back impurities,

Oh the Triune, King of the Universe. 
So many pray to be pluralists, 
Hoping for pluralist babies,
Praying for purple Daisies,

Looking at the mobius strips,
Where to even start?
What wisdom there is to impart?

Looking through prisms at,
The bluest of contraptions,
Through Goya's mixed abstractions,
Picasso's representation of reality,

Worked our way down the path,
A room that cannot be found,
A path that confuses and confounds,
A sin of pride sung by the bride,

Are these the stations?
The death of our nations,
Is it the deviations?

Calvin speaks of pre-destination,
Disbelief in oblation,
Summaries above his station,
Where is he now, what is now?

Every seed upon a rock,
Every foundation upon the vultures,
Lacking stability to advise the manufacture,

Trapped in a catatonic daze,
Disguising the onward march of fate,
For when time will count the date, 
Rue the day when we ruminate about space,

Amplified Polar neuron twitches,
Passing us by with bipolar switches,
Uncoupling and unhitches,
Welted stitches falling apart,
The fool now plays his miserable part,

I know there was a room I couldn't find. 
Did it ever manage to demystify?
Is this how the events arrived and came by?

With songs played by so many,
Heard in infinite variations, 
Violence and variations,

The Triune of the universe,
King and Lord of all,
That the worthiest source, 
Insight into shining truth,

Warmth and life,
Enchants us into enlightenment,
The rebirth of fire stripping back impurities.
For you are my refuge and security.

My soul is slowly dying,
Flesh is wriggling and writhing, 
Teeth chattering and gnashing,
My spirit will be no more,

Who do you think can forgive you?

When my form is silence,
Inanimate and pale,
Stone cold and  dry walls,
When life is no more,

Who do you think can forgive you?

And see my spirit is starving,
Destitute and poor,
Longing for evermore,
When the Earth will be no more,

Who do you think will raise you?

When we're laid to rest,
Alone & cold, shattered bones,
Present in the wind & stillness,
Longing for the Lamb to witness,

Who do you think will raise you?

And when the Earth is renewed,
Our souls & spirits rent,
Long arrears now due,

Will the Lamb witness you? 
Who do you think will forgive you?

When the world is laid to rest, 
And the new Earth is brought, 
As you were bought and sold, 
To the Lamb,
Who now owns you,
Who do you think will forgive you?

And your words were written,
Now your words are written,
And your word was flesh,
Our crimes rend by your grace,
I trust my life in your hands,
For you purchased it,
After the passion,
The slaughter at Calvary,
How could you forgive me? 

How could an ode be written to you, 
Am I just lukewarm water to you?
Please, I beg of you.
Hosanna in the highest.

I was loving some o' that heat when some cool cat turned the thermostat down.

Cold and grey suits batshit Britain today
I watch them through the leaded lights with leaden feet all kneeling to receive some blessing,
I never go, I leave them guessing as to what I'm doing and they come to a consensus that I'm stealing lead off the church roof,

I forgive them; they're old and no one ever told them that lead's no longer used on church roofs.

I'm off today
and some say
I've been off for years

can anyone explain to me
that when I'm off
it always seems to rain on me
and not pennies from Heaven either

when the roof caves in
and only the faithful
are saved by him

I'll be with her.

In the darkness I was standing,
Your light slowly blinding.
Take my hand you said politely
I held it tight, please don't mind me.

Afraid of lifting,
thinking you'd fall by having,
my grip around your body tightly.
Yet you somehow pulled me out,
not fearing, the risks that were behind me.

You are the one I've searched for.
The one that came through.
My heart is no longer a void because of you.

I feel like I owe you something but you keep saying it's nothing.
You are the one that says, you and I were meant to meet.
It's fate, let it be

How can you shine so bright in a world that's black and white.
Tell me your secret and be my guide.
Don't let me be behind you, let me stand by your side.