If only I had been wrong a single a day in my life
Then I’d understand why you can’t seem to measure up to mine
If only I were short sighted, as you seem to be
Then I’d understand why you don’t want to be a part of me
Nobody speak to me
Because I know you’re going to wake me from this dream
I don’t want to be made to see
The healing ointment I was meant to be
I’ve withheld it from world around me
Just dull my senses and I’ll go back to sleep
So cut off the altar and shut the doors
I can’t be seen with you anymore
Cut off the circulation
I can’t risk the exposure to false doctrine
So let the incense burn! Let it cover the curse
Of the smell of your dirt in the halls of my church
Cut off the circulation
I can’t risk the exposure to false doctrine
No
Your corruption infects me
Heal yourself
If I let you in
Your hypocrisy would fill heaven
I don’t want to feel it
I don’t want to see it
Just let me rest my head
Don’t
Don’t wake me
Don’t wake me up
So cut off the altar and shut the doors
I can’t be seen with you anymore
Cut off the circulation
I can’t risk the exposure to false doctrine
So let the incense burn! Let it cover the curse
Of the smell of your dirt in the halls of my church
Cut off the circulation
I can’t risk the exposure to false doctrine
Nobody speak to me
Because I know you’re going to wake me from this dream
I don’t want to be made to see
(What if everything you made was make-believe)
The healing ointment I was meant to be
I’ve withheld it from world around me
Just dull my senses and I’ll go back to sleep
