reverend glasseye - the cold house hymns lyrics
mine is a cold house, mine is a cold house
my mama didn’t want me on the day i was born
now i’m out of my box of it’s silvery color
on my birthday i spoke my first words:
“let my small hands grow stronger
so i may ever away your wrongs.”
into a stove then, into a stove then
my mama she shoved me when i was four years old
the fire it burned my skin tiny crisp
in the stove i cried out my hymn:
“let my burned skin remind you
and my hammer steady away your wrongs.”
i grabbed my father, i grabbed my mother
and i held them in my arms like an intended man
i’ve still got that evil sin rooted, calling
never been spoke of before:
“let my strength strike and smother
let my hammer break away your wrongs.”
your wrongs! your wrongs! etc
listen:
i held myself up in the cruelest of ways++
my tongue: moved over my lips
my hands: burned down to the bone
my legs: swollen ankle to hip
my mind: concentrated and focused
the reckoning was at my front door
left hand: tattooed with the beast
right hand: tattooed with the wh0re
there’s a fire! there’s a fire! in the courthouse
banks(?) rustle, the windows, they crack! (?)
oh lord, lord, forgive me again! (?)
i beg my master, please, take it back!
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