The Pharisees would be content at sight of me
But in all of Israel, Father did you see
To see if there’s enough forgiveness left for me?

Unsheathe this wicked tongue and invite disgrace

Makes the anger, oh so sweet, makes the world fall at your feet
Isn't that the goal that I've always pursued?
Snakes would wrap around me, we’d dance across the sea
You'll never to wander too far to reach my hand

Sing of your mistakes, put lipstick on your mirror

I won’t look for you, prayin' to your ceilin'
And I’ll purse my lips to blow kisses, goodbye
Rest in me, oh my love,
Sleep under a rock until your mouth is full of insects
Rest in me, oh my love
So easy if you never ask yourself, why
Words fall from your mouth and are lost on the floor
Sing of your mistakes, sing of your mistakes
Under a light in Bethlehem, I was sifting through the sand
While I beg you, Lord to be used for you
I cried out, "I’m alone”, found myself in your arms
And I can’t go on singing anymore
Hangin' on a tree as life had left your eyes

With flattering ease and talk for a while
Gave up on myself and left my pride disarmed
Makes the pity that you pour over your head, quite a treat
I won’t find you there, lyin' with yourself
Cry into your hands
Or is it that You killed death itself and now we're all alive?
And still your cradle with no effort sways
I've loved you before the world began
So go ahead and cry and go ahead and lie

Someone who seeks himself so perfectly?
To ridicule you there, spit upon your face
Oh, the tale you tell, oh the web that you've spun
Begin every sentence that you vomit with an I
Or is it easier to go on with a smile
My lungs will contract and give up a brief sigh

Did they not murder You? Did they not see You die?
Where this monochromatic record is played
And then Jesus will forgive you but oh what can I do
Did we not torture You? Smiling as You died

And the salt that was sprinkled on the things you have done

Saline burned my eyes, I was looking for your hand
Shall we say an appendage has finally died?

Swallow every snake and sing of your mistakes