Liturgy Lyrics
When you sit and the silence is loud
And you feel yourself open to the questions and doubt
Fill yourself with the sound of the singing man
The sound is sufficient to make you devout
He is love and he is free but does he claim divinity
And is he one or is he three or is he the infinity
What is there but sin in me don't sing to me of prophecy
And all your words mean naught to me for language is futility
But you put your faith in a world of sensation
Your demons are real but you can't seem to face them
Your eyes are dilated but they don't draw the light in
You can't seem to hide that your empty inside
From me
And you best pick up your litter g
Na na na na na na
When you sit and the silence is loud
And you feel yourself open to the questions and doubt
Fill yourself with the sound of the singing man
The sound is sufficient to make you devout
I look for him in all I see he leads me to eternity
My fleeting eyes can fail me the agents of hypocrisy
Truer thoughts they worship me and live in their apostasy
Cast them down upon the street but best pick up your litter, g
You're idly watching your own idolization
Mindfully waiting for the words of creation
You'll weather the wake for as long as it takes
Is it real or fake is it will or fate
Best pick up your litter (pick up your liturgy)
Best pick up your litter, g (pick up your liturgy)
Best pick up your liturgy your liturgy your liturgy
One and one is always three in the language of the liturgy
And one and one is always three for language is futility