You waged your war with no contempt 
 You cracked your spine as you sat and wept 
 You’re keeping still to keep alive 
 You forged your name in the lake of fire 
 Where you tossed your sins and softly sighed 
 You’re keeping still to keep alive 

 Sit solemnly still, may the patterns in your breathing make you feel a little closer to yourself 
 Sit solemnly still, may the movements of your chest rise and fall, the rhythm is your medicine 
 And oh my god what kind of [bad word] are we in? 
 We’re all a puzzle and the pieces are wearing thin 
 Just hold my head close to your chest cause I’m about to leave 
 Well our doors are closed, and our closets are locked 
 From keeping other peoples’ bones tucked away in the dark 
 Well you can keep your deceit; you can keep it in your teeth 

 You’re the [bad word] son of some blessed saint 
 You may bare his face but never his name 
 For if they should know then who would they praise 
 For a life of martyrdom and a life of grace