[Verse 1]
Teeth in the chapel glass
Blood on the sermon page
You kiss the altar rail
I pull the halo from its cage
Rot in your Sunday suit
Eyes full of parasitic grace
Threading a crown of nails
Through every prayer-shaped vein in your face
[Chorus]
Gnashing the veins of god
Tear out the cords of his name
Drink from the throat of faith
Spit back the rust and the blame
Gnashing the veins of god
Ripping the hymn at the spine
If you are made in his shape
Then you were made to decay in mine (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Hands fold
The tendons snap
Bone choir grinding in your wrists
Incense and choking ash
Tongues bloom black inside your fists
You want a promised land
I salt the soil beneath your feet
Carve out the gilded lamb
Feed it to the dogs in the street (hey!)
[Chorus]
Gnashing the veins of god
Tear out the cords of his name
Drink from the throat of faith
Spit back the rust and the blame
Gnashing the veins of god
Ripping the hymn at the spine
If you are made in his shape
Then you were made to decay in mine
[Bridge]
[Drums drop to half-time
Guitars slide into a grinding
Dissonant riff]
Eye sockets empty
Still staring up
Hands full of nothing
Still held in trust
[Chorus]
Gnashing the veins of god
Tear out the cords of his name
Drink from the throat of faith
Spit back the rust and the blame
Gnashing the veins of god
Ripping the hymn at the spine
If you are made in his shape
Then you were made to decay in mine (decay in mine)