Besprinkled In Scarlet Horror Lyrics - Singles - Tourniquet

Words verbose, gory to what end do they serve? 

Or images vivid, scarlet, horrors, absurd 

Of shrieking sounds that evoke the legions of hell 

The notes that you choose and the beats that you sell 

You're not giving all the glory to Him 

Because your artwork depicts a severed limb 

And all the people buy into your deceit 

Because you're keeping way too frantic a beat 

They said to Bach three hundred years ago 

"You work in the church there's something you should know 

We hired you to write music that glorifies 

But theses toccatas and fugues just simply horrify" 

He said, "They're simply notes put together in bars 

And why you think that's wrong I just throw up my arms" 

Eviscerate words that evoke emetic thoughts 

Dissect and discard what speaks of corpses in rot 

The leprous stumps of the sick and the lame 

The stoning of Stephen, Job's scab covered frame 

And John the Baptist, a head on a platter 

Remove this gorefest, why should it matter? 

You say this place beckons evil spirits 

But I care not what you call it 

To me it's two hundred beats per minute 

On tablature, I scrawled it 

If you arrived at the site 

Of Cavalry's scarlet fright 

Would fears have made your feet take flight 

And turn away from our Lord's plight?