Текст песни glass lungs - Guilt

When I found you in stained glass, your eyes turned toward the skies
Until rocks rained from the heavens,
And your shards came raining down.
No feeding bread to clergymen disguised as flesh and blood
Ripped from bone and tendon of liars and their children.
I can see your horns shining through your crown of thorns
As you stand preaching at your altar.
False promises are all you have to keep to friends, hand-in-hand.
Eyes turn to lies.
Line up, face forward to the right.
They said I could find you eating from the palms
Of philosophers and theologians,
Wiping snot from the noses of the children you deceived.
Your halo never seemed so dark, your face so far away.

There is no shelter from this storm
This is the curse of believing in ghosts.