Made a house of prostitution
Supposed to be a house of God
It felt more like the flea market
And not the home of Aaron's rod
You can't see budding twigs when it's so dead in here
And they will fear when they see God Himself among them
Among them in the temple courtyard
Thrashing all the people out
With homemade whip the first occasion
And three years later the second time
He flipped the tables over on Passover
Dear John
Dear John
The Body Binds Us
Sailing The Veil-boat
Let's Go Javelin'
Rise To The Heavens On Evaporation
Earth Outside Of Gost Will Only Be Quicksand
Rise To The Heavens On Evaporation
We Don't Know How It Grows
Animals Are Cut In Two
Let's Build A Planet
Place Your Wind Against My Sails
Flea Market Temple
Pressing Into It
Praise Awaits You
They're Bad But We're Worse
We Must Be Ploughed-Up
Everyone Did What Was Right In Their Own Eyes
Everyone Did What Was Right In Their Own Eyes
A Bed That Breathes With Him