Sacrament

Sitting in front of the whole assembly
I grow tired and sick
As my lips touch the blood and my teeth the flesh
I have lied again
The lost abandoned
I know, I know, the pain can make you patiently shut down

Sitting in front of the whole assembly
I grow tired and sick
As my lips touch the blood and my teeth the flesh
I have lied again
I wait for you to run
The sinking feeling must be severed