Northern Orthodox

Socratic altars offering me this overturned astrology
Commune with me before you get free

But death, it caught you in a bad mood
It didn’t matter that it wanted you
Don’t bother asking: what would Jesus do?
He’d never give it up that soon

Give it up!
Give it up!
Give it up!

Your Goddess broke out from the rocks
Your bloody Northern Orthodox
It’s arching over all that I’ve come across

But it’s not the kind of ceiling that you want

I’m sure that I’m the one that all this bitter ash is falling for
But I’ve fallen for it too
Yeah, that’s my station: there’s no changing it
The world religion I could fit into my pocket, so I’m saving it
And no, I won’t fold until it’s done
And I won’t fold until I'm done

Give it up!
Give it up!
Give it up!

Your mother fell into the Yellow Spring
Your father followed her in
Wanted to save her 'til he saw her face
No, never gonna get your mother back

But death, it caught you in a bad mood
It didn’t matter how it pulled on you
Don’t bother asking: what would Jesus do?
'cause he’d never give it up that soon

Oh, I prophesied you until you came true
Not gonna bleed through until I have to