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
Earth Outside Of Gost Will Only Be Quicksand
Flea Market Temple
Disaster Will Come Upon You, & You Will Not Know How To Conjure-it Away
Sailing The Veil-boat
Let's Go Javelin'
The Body Binds Us
Rise To The Heavens On Evaporation
We Don't Know How It Grows
Animals Are Cut In Two
Everyone Did What Was Right In Their Own Eyes
Everyone Did What Was Right In Their Own Eyes
A Bed That Breathes With Him
So Busted Before Your Righteous Throne
They're Bad But We're Worse
That You May Be Gracious
A Suit Of Clouds To Ride The Skies
So-so Sorry Teacher
Let's Build A Planet