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Published on Apr 23, 2013
Third song from their new self-titled album.
This world has whittled away my goodness A graying bitter man displayed An angel, 10 yrs old, repentant A half dead heretic
Embers of images playing through the Church's halls A mind so full of hymns and lessons from the basement The Holy Eucharist dissolved upon innocent tongues Eternal backslide, I've lost my way
Here I am, a lamb defaced Lost in the world of fables The nearer to the pew The further from the Son and the light
In times of woe you cease to be The rock for me to stand upon Drowning in the siren's song for me Never touch the face of love again
In times of woe you cease to be The rock for me to stand upon Drowning in the tide that washes me Swaying lifeless to and fro
Come to me now, why so afraid? Your faith was tossed away Like branches withering and gathered for the burn Now we come face to face, my son, the trembling apostate This jealous God will show you what remains
I am the dumping ground of dreams unplanted in the soul A lantern left behind you stumble through the night A life of broken dreams, I tear upon delicate seams Eternal backslider you've paved your way