The Felix Culpa

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Lyrics to What You Call Thought Control, I Call Thought Cont :
Age is only age until it forgets
Youth and life were a currency well spent

In keeping time by stars, the hours never could repent
And I found myself left asking where they went
Like erosion on the limestone, we all played the parts we played
And I'm still generously standing in the rain
There's violence at the Vatican, our kings are crowned by thieves
And I'll tell you Thomas, things aren't what they seem

Maybe we have made mistakes that we don't even know
But your eyes grow wide with dollar signs
And you work with what you're sold

We awoke without our youth
To the beautiful uncompromising truth
That we never knew what you wanted us to
Retracing steps, are these the prints we've left
A meager crooked path that still circles rest

And it takes all I have just to sit and breathe
But it brings up the differences in you and me
It takes all I have just to sit and breathe
But I'd trade up my lungs for a second shot at twenty-three
To be in love with love is not enough this time

Holding open hallway doors, I left too much to chance
Now i'm sitting empty handed, scaring up a past
There's violins at the Vatican, our kings were crowned by thieves
So I'll ask you Thomas, what do you believe

Lyrics to A Murderer :
maybe this time we'll watch what we say.
maybe this time we won't say anything.
circumvent all feeling from our hearts,
so maybe this time we won't feel anything.
and we won't feel anything.
we will swallow all your tasteless alibis.
friends come up missing, and you're the one grinning,
and i know why.
but we won't say anything.
we're pretending we didn't know,
there was a murderer in the front row,
she knows every word and she's singing along now.
pardon me while i remove this blindfold,
if i have to be next i'd like to look you in the eye.

Lyrics to A Benediction :
we're all converts to the new faith,
the new church of commerce,
neither saints nor salesmen but somewhere in between.
and we're dying as apostles,
to this the more tangible gospel,
but come payday we shall be redeemed.
we're self serving in our mission,
using hand written ammunition,
to obtain for us this day our daily bread,
and we shall be fed.
it appears that there's something missing,
what are we working for?
save your holy benediction,
for the ones who share your vision,
i've played martyr to a faith i never knew,
we're surrounded by the teachings,
of prophets no longer breathing,
and a second thought was never looked into.
and i'm through.
we've been baptized in credit,
the eventual fate of the blessed,
for now we're nothing more than what we owe.
and it shows.
it appears that there's something missing,
what are we working for?
brace your holy institutions,
your supposedly fail-safe solutions,
protect your investment until she wakes and leaves.
buildings crumble, money burns,
who's accounting for what you have earned?
only fools put faith in that which burns.
you make it look so easy.