Holy Book
Angelo Fiaretti
Oh holy book in the town
In the townspeople
Later on you'll be gone
I can burn down
All that we've made
Barricade your dead thoughts out
Make it known I have owned
I have owned you
And I guess my mind is the cover of my actions
I hold the words and make the cover oh so classy
Wait, complicate
Cut and fold your last known thought
You're in debt, you're alone
Forced to go home
Please cut the shit
You are not, you are not that man
Righteous now, fucking proud
That okay, see
And I guess my head is the cover of my mind
You threw yourself in the boiling holy water
Don't wait up
You're not worth the time