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
Earth Outside Of Gost Will Only Be Quicksand
Sailing The Veil-boat
Our First Full Day Was Spent In Rest
Let's Build A Planet
Let's Go Javelin'
They're Bad But We're Worse
We Don't Know How It Grows
Rise To The Heavens On Evaporation
Place Your Wind Against My Sails
You Wouldn't Embarrass Me, Would You?
We're Very Greatly Loved
That You May Be Gracious
Flea Market Temple
Rise To The Heavens On Evaporation
Animals Are Cut In Two
Everyone Did What Was Right In Their Own Eyes
Everyone Did What Was Right In Their Own Eyes