[Verse 1] First a prayer, then the pliers, get the tithes for the messiah Flesh is failing, spirit's flying higher, light the fire Heir to the affliction, diction dripping with conviction Get the fix in for the friction, non-fiction benediction Congregation catatonic, posture psalmic, purpose chronic Sip the tonic, it's ironic, feeling god-like, mostly bubonic Floorboards creaking with the weight of faith, it's getting late No debate, seal the gate, time to consecrate your fate, wait [Hook] [Distorted scream sample mixed with a tolling bell] Body of Christ, get a slice [Distorted scream sample mixed with a tolling bell] Pay the price, it'll suffice [Verse 2] Torn hymnals on the floorboards slick with something thick and warm Conform to the new norm in the eye of the red storm He performs the sacrament with a tool he got from the shed Nothing's said, just the dread hanging heavy overhead It's a baptism, a schism in the prism of your vision The incision is precision, a divine and grand decision No revision, this is it, the abyss in the bottom pit Holy writ, counterfeit, split you bit by bloody bit Knees are dirty from the kneeling, peels of paint are from the ceiling It's revealing, this new feeling, past the point of all appealing [Hook] [Distorted scream sample mixed with a tolling bell] Body of Christ, get a slice [Distorted scream sample mixed with a tolling bell] Pay the price, it'll suffice [Outro] [Beat cuts out. The only sound is a low, 60-Hz hum and the faint sound of dripping.] White walls. Red art. New gospel. Fresh start. Cleanse the vessel. Do your part. Take the whole damn thing apart. [Abrupt silence.]
