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ooo but lyrics! Thursday - Asleep in the Chapel
three chalk outlines sleep in the dirty street and in our beds under the sheets
they're the halo of guilt hanging around your neck next to the rosary you count
falling asleep and we're praying these are the symptoms of letting go of all our hope
since we can't compete with martyred saints we'll douse ourselves in gasoline and hang our bodies
from the lampposts so that our shadows turn into bright lights 'white light, white heat'
we'll make as we're blacking out in the center lane we swerve to the beat spill all the ink
no revisions do you hear the church bells ringing? wake up
wake up in an outline and try to speak with the shattered voice of the lives we lead
have we slept too long between the bullet holes in a stained-glass window state?
and we're praying....
when we repent, and we're praying, we fall on the page
(read, in the margins) we are the symptoms of letting go of all our hope.
someday we'll be complete like modern saints baptize our kids in gasoline and hang our doubts up in
cathedrals so that they turn to faith in the coloured sunlight
'red rain, red rain' we'll make as we're blacking out in the centre lane
do you hear the church bells ringing? they ring for you
we woke up this morning to a sky with no air in it and all the streets were filled with a thousand burning crosses
and what we thought was the sunrise just passing headlights still the choir girls sing 'oh lord, can you save us? save us? oh lord, sing hallelujah'
they are the symptoms of letting go of all our hope we're falling asleep with open eyes
falling asleep inside the chapel falling asleep in chalk outlines falling asleep as the headlights pass us by
Thursday is freakin' lyrical geniusxcore.
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