As It Is In Heaven

The evil in these paws starts only when sung

Innocent, lifeless, hides the black intent

The panic of knowing you cannot run

My children cannot sleep

through the constant alarms of industry and machines

and constant toil of men...

The host and I are going insane

We're going insane



Pearls look best when soiled in cream and mud

Pretty things are there to be abused

Look their best when skinned and flayed alive

All those perfect perfect teeth removed



You said... a hole, that's what you is

You said... a figment of your expectations

What is heaven without the sabbath? 

I say

What is heaven without the sabbath?

What is heaven without the sabbath?

What is heaven without the sabbath? 

I say

What is heaven without the sabbath?

What is heaven without the sabbath?



Oh my children can't sleep

Through the night

Bodies burnt

Hair is singed, kissing flame

Healing hands sweat and oil never mix

The host and I sleep deprived and deranged



You said... don't blame him for all the slaughter he brings

You said... it's not his fault, even Jesus needs to sleep