three chalk outlines sleep in the dirty street 
and in our beds, under the sheets, 
they're the halo of guilt hanging around your neck, 
next to the rosary you count, falling asleep 

and we're praying 
these are the symptoms of letting go of all our hope.

since we [bad word] with martyred saints, 
we'll douse ourselves in gasoline 
and hang our bodies from the lampposts 
so that our shadows turn into bright lights 

'white light, white heat' we'll make 
as we're blacking out in the center lane, 
(we swerve) to the beat, (spill) all the ink 
(no revisions) do you hear the church bells ringing?

wake up!! wake up in an outline and try to speak 
with the shattered voice of the lives we lead... 
have we slept too long 
between the bullet holes in a stained-glass window state? 

and we're praying 
these are the symptoms of letting go of all our hope.
(when we repent) 
and we're praying 
(we fall on the page, read in the margins) 
we are the symptoms of letting go of all our hope. 

someday we'll [bad word] like modern saints, 
baptize our kids in gasoline 
and hang our doubts up in cathedrals 
so that they turn to faith in the colored sunlight. 

'red rain, red rain' we'll make 
as we're blacking out in the center lane,
(we swerve) to the beat, (spill) all the ink,
(no revisions) do you hear the church bells ringing?

they ring for you. 

we woke up this morning to a sky with no air in it 
and all the streets are filled with a thousand burning crosses 
and what we thought was the sunrise, just passing headlights 
still the choir girls sing, 'oh lord, can you save us? oh lord, sing hallelujah'

they are the symptoms of letting go of all our hope... 
we're falling asleep with open eyes 
falling asleep inside the chapel 
falling asleep in chalk outlines 
falling asleep as the headlights pass us by...