Sanctify, Sanctify.
Wash the evil from my eyes.
Make it so I don't see no
Evil visions from below.
Preacher man, Preacher man.
Preacher do what Preacher can.
Preacher got good book in hand.
Preacher talk and walk the land.
Hey you.
Take form.
Are you ready? On your mark, get set and never start.
Never stop shooting blanks
Or placing props in your place.
Defiled by the time that i write this checklist.
A way to shape the taste of things to come.
To listen.
To have and to hold.
But never let'em know that you left.
'Cause they were thinking,
'Cause they were thinking,
\"Oh, where'd they go? Where's the door from which they came?
File reports. Flag their names.
Calling all cars! One's escaped!\"
It's a secret society of
Hope and disgust.
Sanctify, Sanctify.
Wash the evil from my eyes.
Make it so I don't see no
Evil visions from below.
Preacher man, Preacher man.
Preacher do what Preacher can.
Preacher got good book in hand.
Preacher talk and walk the land.
Welcome to the backdrop,
To the blank-slate craze,
Where the honorary heathen is always falling from grace.
So make note of room.
Make note of stance.
Focus your eyes and edit the laughs.
Censor the twitches.
Observe and react.
Pull this off.
You can pull this off.
Prepare a comment, aware of the cost.
Repeat after me and start to believe.
Pull this off.
You can pull this off.
Sanctify, Sanctify.
Wash the evil from my eyes.
Make it so I don't see no
Evil visions from below.
Preacher man, Preacher man.
Preacher do what Preacher can.
Preacher got good book in hand.
Preacher talk and walk the land