In Sunday school's best and broken
Stain glasshouse of double standards
Shattered and vicious at a stone throw
Shards of the lord pursed and primmed
Constant blood rush where your mouth was
Rusted vows swayed at the convenience
On the chapel you swore by
"Where is he now?"
Pressed between the picket fence
The hearts we lived in
and the senseless faith you held
Sins stacked to the constellations
From the second verse of love
To the bible we left on
"What have I done?"