Cathedral Truth be told I don't trip overboard into kaleidoscopic rivers too much anymore Guess we're getting old But given that your nephew just pledged his life to the Lord I'll take a tab or two with you Real talk I feel rotten for how damn long it's gotten Some bonds cannot be forgotten Lucy I still dream of you often And I will until the coffin Your eyes are glistening like a presidential hearse I've seen the face of the creator and the scene of my own death And I don't know which is worse but I'm certain that the First-floor women's restroom in the Exxon-Mobil Cathedral of Jesus the Redeemer Is the most beautiful place in the universe Fucking Christ I could use a glass of water To drown out the adoration or wash away the hatred I can't believe he's preaching after such vile allegations Lucy is it me or is your skin getting hotter And the tile getting wider I pray the spinning ceiling generates a twister That martyrs every wing of this tax exempt building And you get to see your daughter Your hair is shimmering like praise and worship in reverse I've seen the face of the creator and the scene of my own death And I don't know which is worse but I'm certain that the First-floor women's restroom in the Exxon-Mobil Cathedral of Jesus the Redeemer Is the most beautiful place in the universe Your back is spasming like from a rabid witch's curse I've seen the face of the creator and the scene of my own death And I don't know which is worse but I'm certain that the First-floor women's restroom in the Exxon-Mobil Cathedral of Jesus the Redeemer Is the most beautiful place in the universe