Red Herring

Picking out the atom moments Where you could see the decay Pulling at the fabric holding Your vows all taped in place Do us part, make and mold us Into what they think we should be We stand at the altar, pure and potent Then we trip into this grave We used to pray We used to sit and pray Now we sit, and we starve At a loveless empty plate Its impure, and unholy Lord bless this food we say But you spit, on the frame Of a marital bed unmade Because she lays where my mother did And you call yourself a saint You lay on your back as it rips the skin from your bones You tell them you're sorry But they already know That it's not your fault You should be ashamed We used to pray We used to sit and pray But now we scream until we cough up blood You take from us but it's not enough We used to sit and pray