Asleep in the Halls

I was silent on Sunday as he prayed
His hands just trembled; desperate for hope
He says faith will send a chariot to claim him
That's a little optimistic for the tenants he broke
When he died like the others, they just rewrote history
"He lived by the book, and died a good Christian man."
Conveniently forgetting all the bruises
His wife did her best to hide (with her makeup)

He said "God built this world out of nothing",
But never did he say that with faith
These people think that angels are crying
For him every time that it rains

But before the great flood, buckets of sand
Just poured from above, and covered that man
He sleeps in those halls, and I'll be damned
If it ever rains for him

(---sell me something pretty---)

I found myself alone tonight below an empty city-
For hundreds of miles, don't it all look the same?
I'm sorry I ran. Mom, it hurts to know you miss me
But I had to take a chance at getting rid of his ghost
I've seen him in my ashtray, he screams out of my whiskey
To remind me of the time that he cleansed all my sins
Held me underwater until my little lungs were full
And since I blacked out he got a miracle (when I woke up)

When he smiled and said
"Welcome to heaven", I should have knocked the teeth out of his face
I've seen straight through the dirty water
At the world he'd drown just to save himself

No savior will stop the clock and its hands
From spinning him down to a plot in the land
And wrapping his skin in the fear that expands
From a scared little boy into the shape of a man
I slept through his lies, and I'll be damned
If it ever rains for him

No kingdom waits for him
No tears were shed for him



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Writer(s): Kasey Michael Jarrell
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