And The Smokers And Children Shall Be Cast Down Lyrics - No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical - Showbread

Sing with me child as my ears are bleeding 

Dreams that have, now seemed so fleeting 

And still your cradle with no effort sways 

Where this monochromatic record is played 

And Ill purse my lips to blow kisses, goodbye 

So easy if you never ask yourself, why 

My lungs will contract and give up a brief sigh 

Shall we say an appendage has finally died? 

Or is it easier to go on with a smile 

With flattering ease and talk for a while 

Words fall from your mouth and are lost on the floor 

And I cant go on singing anymore 

Oh, the tale you tell, oh the web that you've spun 

And the salt that was sprinkled on the things you have done 

Makes the anger, oh so sweet, makes the world fall at your feet 

Makes the pity that you pour over your head, quite a treat 

So go ahead and cry and go ahead and lie 

Begin every sentence that you vomit with an I 

And then Jesus will forgive you but oh what can I do 

To see if theres enough forgiveness left for me? 

But in all of Israel, Father did you see 

Someone who seeks himself so perfectly? 

The Pharisees would be content at sight of me 

Snakes would wrap around me, wed dance across the sea 

To ridicule you there, spit upon your face 

Unsheathe this wicked tongue and invite disgrace 

Isn't that the goal that I've always pursued? 

While I beg you, Lord to be used for you 

Under a light in Bethlehem, I was sifting through the sand 

Saline burned my eyes, I was looking for your hand 

Gave up on myself and left my pride disarmed 

I cried out, "Im alone, found myself in your arms 

Rest in me, oh my love, 

I've loved you before the world began 

Rest in me, oh my love 

You'll never to wander too far to reach my hand 

Did they not murder You? Did they not see You die? 

Hangin' on a tree as life had left your eyes 

Did we not torture You? Smiling as You died 

Or is it that You killed death itself and now we're all alive? 

I wont find you there, lyin' with yourself 

Sleep under a rock until your mouth is full of insects 

I wont look for you, prayin' to your ceilin' 

Swallow every snake and sing of your mistakes 

Sing of your mistakes, sing of your mistakes 

Sing of your mistakes, put lipstick on your mirror 

Cry into your hands