The Father, The Son, And the Homosexual / Single Parent

歌詞

They called it faith, they called it fair, they called it resolution I called it shit when we're alone They simply paid no mind, you'd suffered such a crime And then you were a mother way too soon They said that you'd made your bed Then they filled your head with the sound The bells of a cathedral You say you're still ashamed, I wish that I could make it stop Like salt thrown over a shoulder A coin tossed in a fountain Not unlike a knock on wood You said only inasmuch as you are sensitive to touch Did you feel like a human when they spoke? And so you hid your life all bottled up inside Just enough to make your angels choke You took all you'd heard and tried to make them your own words Only deafened by the sound The bells of a cathedral Now you hate yourself and I wish that it would fucking stop Like salt thrown over a shoulder A coin tossed in a fountain Not unlike a knock on wood All my life Surrounded, unfounded Teachings taught as threats I won't forget