Holy

You hear the sound of the cathedral

The hums are the prayers of the people

You want to talk to me then kneel at the steeple

When I talk about my shot it's a needle

Potent and straight to the vein

Hope your proud of what I became

Keep calling me names

Call me insane

Make fun of my pain

But you can't make fun of the fact that when you said go to hell I stood proud in those flames like

Holy, holy, holy