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Pentecost put you in a headlock I know we never really turned out right But good God, I’d love to see them try To break down the drugs, the bad dreams Run round Sum it up into one prayer You reach out, but nothing’s ever there So tell me what you’ve got to do. Tell me why Would you push the bullet through, through your mind Tell me what they sold to you at the altar You were altered into white Dear Todd, lay her in your bedroom Cold sweat, run your fingers through her hair Black out, see if the clergy cares to turn down the sacred station I know the voices always seem so strange They freak out, but nothing seems to change So tell me what you’ve got to do. Tell me why Would you push the bullet through, through your mind Tell me what they sold to you at the altar, you were altered by the light And it was as dark, as the demon in your mind Dear Todd, Dear Todd, oh don’t fake it I know that you’re not what you used to be But you’re as gold as they are deceived Dear ghost, dear ghoul, let me take all that weight off of you We could go downtown, take the one in the chamber out We could go downtown From Letras Mania