My guilt
Anything but this
My guilt
Sing anything but this
My guilt
Anything but this
My guilt
Any
My guilt don't pause lathes in the Lionshead handbag factory
My guilt
Don't stop no shovels at the virgin boy refinery, actually
Your guilt is pure
Like biting gold coins at the company store
But not too lightly
This gruesome toothy guilt of mine is mighty
This guilt of mine would have arrows in my eyes
This guilt of mine can't turn abortions into wine
Fires had its way with all my building
It's an every kind of good books angels absence guilting
Fires had its way with all my building
It's an every kind of good books angels absence guilting
No
No, this guilt of mine
Is no years old
And young like before you decompose
This guilt is marked with red
A stairway to where it hurts
A fearsome church built from black
Stone and the body of hopeless bricks
And this guilt thicks
Gagging whole sewer pipes
When its heaviness drips
But it's hard waters don't put out shit
Fire
Fire
Fire
Fires had its way with all my building
It's an every kind of good books angels absence guilting
Fires had its way with all my building
It's an every kind of good books angels absence guilting
Fire
Fire
Fire
Fire