Frayed

So I guess what the saints said
Didn't exactly sing sanctuary
And maybe I held the holy water in too high regards
And it pains me to say this
I hate this
But what if no thing's sacred?
What If we're all jaded?

And here we go again
Speak of the devil
I'm speaking with a fork down my tongues
And it's funny how we don't know Latin
But we can all speak pig
And it's funny how after a crucifix
We lost our consciences
(forgive, forget)

And I'm sorry for the book of praise and forgiveness
And they fact they seem like letterbombs to mankind
That's just the way i found to say that it's on my mind all day long
And I'm no pagan
But i think Ive found a Temple
And i know I'm not an Aztec
But i still fear that ceremonial dagger to my chest

All we have
Is prayer
And patience
And all I wanted
Was to show you these battered wings can still fly