Where Good Intentions Go To Die Scripted and proscribed. Read, just not between the lines. Did they learn you how the ancient Grip, it drags and drips Justify when he injects, (coat the spine) with Empty threats, (warm) ignorant bliss (applied) Applied by one absent iron fist. There's a factory, a ministry A pyramid scheme greased complicit (Pump out meaning on the cheap) so you can afford To feel that stigmata burn, (let the) Blood from your wrists as a working cure To heal the unworthy others Who don't bleed in metaphor. Can you feel the love? Seals your lips with the word. God is a shout in the street Like you never heard. Scripted and proscribed. Read, just not between the lines (Like I used to). Like you still do Lean your fevers on the fence Hedge your bets with confidence Part the velvet rope with one command So you won't see me there. (I'll be relaying facts on the ground Your messages postmarked for the clouds) Returned, (confirmed) without a sound. Sweating everyday miracles Banking bad luck on ritual This ship of sentimental fools Is on its way out, (And we're going down) Drop the lead that lines our pockets Break the promise that keeps us honest: The worst, it won't last long The best is yet to come. The worst won't last long The best is yet to come.