"Half an inch away
Speak before the sweat is even noticed
Such a bitter taste
Recite the words I just can't comprehend
Ink the scriptures to my feet
The bruising swells in apathy
Sit so still with skeptic limbs
Penetrate these veins to fill this vile with naivety
Sip and have a taste of my disease
And they're dragging you
Sacrament has stained
My appetite for ceremony crisis
A narrow taste for faith
Dependent on the staleness that has formed you
Stitch the sins to my gums and teeth
A midnight mass of surgery
Speak so soft with hectic grins
Face of veil that separates
Where guilt will die and is born again
Open aisle awaits for my two knees"
i have the lyric zine, so it should be this:
"Half an inch away Speak before the sweat is even noticed Such a bitter taste Recite the words I just can't comprehend Ink the scriptures to my feet The bruising swells in apathy Sit so still with skeptic limbs Penetrate these veins to fill this vile with naivety Sip and have a taste of my disease
And they're dragging you
Sacrament has stained My appetite for ceremony crisis A narrow taste for faith Dependent on the staleness that has formed you Stitch the sins to my gums and teeth A midnight mass of surgery Speak so soft with hectic grins Face of veil that separates Where guilt will die and is born again Open aisle awaits for my two knees"
and you've obviously got the rest right. :]