I was born a catholic, then I became a catfish
Once fooled, twice shy,
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Where we stand and when it goes, when it blows,
it's wind self-imposed and overlaid on virgin toast
and marmalade like dominoes in their last parade,
a common ghost of overlooking the common denomination made
and took it, got the bookies on the take, the maiden voyage never made it's way
across the frozen lake,
I found the gold flake, discovered it was fake, and made them taste it, the old medicine of play
confessed I left a part of my self-control, some called it indestructible, at sight it's a combusted vestibule of hope
shatters every sign of luck from here, this side of a hall of mirrors
but fuck it, I'm busy self-destructing, got my mittens stolen by the man that told me it was only holy if I go bare, blind and deaf
this way to lift the weights of death
and never say a word of happened, least not yet

I was born a catholic, then I became a catfish
Once fooled, twice shy, now I'm made of matchsticks
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some of the boys made bets against each other hoping to best their altar brothers
open a chest of rotting flesh, first to cry will lose the ties of the rest, bursted eye they called it fast, forget the tears when he calls to pass
got the fear before you're known to be the fearful, written off as boys will be boys when you get that earful
but some of the girls made bets against their sisters, sitting in their jumpers while they read the will of some dead mister
bow down for the all-seeing beast-man, to take this from our hands and in the ground lies the reasons
we stand for that free-fall, controlled by the ropes that we will later recall and fill the hole with dirt and sand
hide the rotting flesh in a box inside the earth, concrete to protect and steel to lift the curse
contain the souls for no escape, tethered to their holy gates, forever just defines their place

I was born a catholic, then I became a catfish
Once fooled, twice shy, now I'm made of matchsticks
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