Sanctify

Sanctify, sanctify

Wash the evil from my eyes

Make it so I don't see

No evil visions from below

Preacher man, preacher man

Preacher do what preacher can

Preacher got good book in hand

Preacher talk and walk the land

Hey you, take form, are you ready?

On your mark, get set and never start

Never stop shooting blanks

Or placing props in your place

Defiled by the time that I write this a checklist

A way to shape the taste of things to come

To listen, to have and to hold

But never let 'em know that you left

'Cause they were thinking

"Oh, where'd they go?

Where's the door from which they came?

File reports, flag their names

Calling all cars, one's escaped"

It's a secret society of hope and disgust

Welcome to the backdrop

To the blank slate craze

Where the honorary heathen

Is always falling from grace

So make note of room

Make note of stance

Focus your eyes and edit the laughs

Censor the twitches observe and react

Pull this off, you can pull this off

Prepare a comment, aware of the cost

Repeat after me and start to believe

Pull this off, you can pull this off