Congregation

I've unearthed

And I caught you watching

The salt of my nerves

Cracked and rotten

Pick dirt from my nails

I bore the same affliction

Wracked in guilt

The whole congregation

I've unearthed

A born contradiction

The salt of my nerves

A life of fiction

Every Sunday I'd fail

To feel an ounce of presence

Wracked in guilt

The whole congregation

The whole congregation

The whole congregation

The whole congregation

The whole congregation

I grew up in faith

Forced my own stigmata

Tried to make it feel real

But that just made it harder

I've unearthed

And I caught you watching

Lay hands on my flesh

Of the whole congregation

The whole congregation

The whole congregation

The whole congregation

The whole congregation

The whole congregation

The whole congregation

The whole congregation

The whole congregation