Like Flies

Steeple oh steeple Why are your people Running out the door I watch myself from the outside There's less of me the more I see Mold and erase me Still on your throne Selling what you don't own Levied permission A curtain with holes Innocence you stole Whisper or whistle Building your house on top of the sand Pray the wind doesn't blow Turning your backs raising your hands Oh god what a show Everyone's closing their eyes Everyone's closing their eyes They won't stop They won't stop You are a mistress I'm a contortionist Building and tearing down Baptize me in the deep end Dead bodies floating Fleur-de-li on the wall It's the calm before the fall Lost tracks in the cold snow You hide in the shadow Wolf in sheep's skin Tell me all of my sin I don't know how to say help Building your house on top the sand Pray the wind doesn't blow Turning your backs raising your hands Oh god what a show Everybody's closing their eyes Everybody's closing their eyes They won't stop They won't stop They won't stop They won't stop They won't stop They won't stop