Black Mass Lyrics - The Menzingers

I was staring through the stained glass 

Into the procession of a black mass 

Saw how subject at the altar wants their life back 

The view from here to there's a lot like wilting flowers 

It's bored beyond repair and unfit for an altar 

It's strange relating with the lamb to the slaughter 

But hey, do you really want to throw it away? 

Do you really want to throw it away? 

I'd do anything to make you stay 

We used to want to take the back roads 

But now we found a distance shorter 

You used to call me darling 

Now you prefer more formal 

We used to get high and stare at the moon 

And wonder how long it would take to walk to 

But now that's like the distance between me and you 

But hey, do you really want to throw it away? 

Do you really want to throw it away? 

I'd do anything to make you stay