Blank Scripture Lyrics

An overbearing weight of books written by gray haired men,
Written with disappearing ink, only to maintain ones present in life for the open bar of Christ's blood.
Obsessive Jesus-eaters learned through pressed hands and Amen.
I'll smile once their havens of torture are set ablaze, the divinity of our worth will triumph.
Our children will laugh and play, a somber dissonance will warm us when climates are harsh.
Alas this dream is hopeful thinking. Burn churches, end church-going.