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A mob roams outside my home of raincoats

A light glows, but Jesus knows it’s not him, it’s not him

So burn your pages; make yourself some torches

Now like a city on a hill, you burn--so gorgeous

It’s best to burn what looks different

It’s best to burn what looks different

You’ve got a tight hold on your bible

Have you read it?

‘Cause you swallow your grace gospel

In your righteousness, in your righteousness

It’s best to burn what looks different

It’s best to burn what looks different

It’s best to burn without exceptions

It’s best to burn before the questions or the answers

--or any other part for that matter

I’ll make good friends with my coats

These walls are filled with asbestos

Because whether you see me as a pile of sticks

Or the business end of a single cigarette

You’ll light me up

And then throw me in the pit

--of hell or your stomach

And i’ll be treated as a holy extraction

A puff of smoke, or a stack of ashes

And you’ll only remember my light as refracted

Well, in your words «crooked»

So you’d kick down the walls of my walk-in

And feed me some camp and scared straight doctrine

But I can’t simply be combed out and reset

And I would be that kid:

That kid that you thought could be trusted

Until he trusted you with his private confession

And I’d start to look a whole lot like a pack of reds

And you’d strike a few matches

Because I’m what looks different

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