Ten of two on L.S.D

Eyes are peeled till no tick short of three

My lips whisprer to the cross in hand

Are there no ears listening

cold drafts slip past the pane cracks

But what will day break the clean slate bring?

in stores a host of misplaced trust im sure

Another sunrise won't chance a thing

So tell me no truth obscured

Its scandels, as you've heard

But exposures best im sure

All we afford is forgiveness

im not here to hear the truth

I'll shut this screen and leave the booth

Mom's the word son he made you gag

Said yo''re the youngest he's ever had

no filth or flaw do my eyes see

Go add some bdeads to your rosary

Yours ins forgiven now that weve met

And past this booth we both forget

Dont tell me just name your price for silence

Thats my advice dont dirty the face of christ

No Cardinal Sin