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Half an inch away Speak before the sweat is even noticed Such a bitter taste I said 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 depends on all 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 what guilt won't die and is born again open aisle awaits for my two knees Letras de cancionesand they're dragging you and they're dragging you and they're dragging you Hands are tied to a clergy's lies and they're dragging you Hands are tied to a clergy's lies and they're dragging you Hands are tied to a clergy's lies and they're dragging you, oh Hands are tied to a clergy's lies and they're dragging you, oohhh Hands are tied to a clergy's lies and they're dragging you Hands are tied to a clergy's lies and they're dragging you Hands are tied to a clergy's lies and they're dragging you and they're dragging you and they're dragging you... (Thanks to Rontourage for correcting these lyrics) From Letras Mania