It's Hard Not To Shake With A Gun In Your Mouth
I am not a prophet or a teacher
I am a failure of God
Standing in a circle of my brothers
Their fangs out
Everything I had, I gave to you
Every time I tried, I would lose
It's hard not to shake with a gun in your mouth
Every time I try I hear my mother's voice
And see my mother's eyes
But when hers close I'm scared so will mine
You are no brothers
Filing out the church of Cain
Like a thousand foot pious snake
Hiding its sins, deep in its stomach
Digesting them one at a time
And your voice is a sounding trumpet
Announcing the mountains that you've moved
But love is the farthest thing from you