Manifest

Preacher's sermon:

Oh, sure, we love to pray

If it's not going to intervene in our lifestyle

Of course we love to pray

Oh, if it's not going to conflict with some of the important things that we're doing

That we could be doing for God, hmm?

I want to tell you something, I want to? your mind first

Got does not be questioned

With you gone

They have said amazing things

But I don't know

If I can live without these trees

Sometimes I miss the suburbs

And the comfort that they bring

The silence of a thousand church bells

Begging for their leave

As a child

I would try and sing so loud

But we could only

Pray for death for so long

Sometimes I miss the suburbs

And the comfort that they bring

The silence of a thousand school boys

Fraying at the seams

So give me up

And send me away

I'll tell you someday

To give it up

And send them away

They'll sell you one day

So give me up

And send me away

I'll tell you someday

To give it up

And send them away

They'll sell you one day

So give me up

And send me away

I'll tell you someday

To give it up

And send them away

They'll sell you one day

Sometimes I miss the suburbs

And the comfort that they bring

The silence of a thousand corpses

Welted in the streets

Preacher's sermon in a demonic voice