Astronautalis - The Case of William Smith lyrics

William holds his palm out proud Upon the Bible, lays it down And solemnly swears against it That every word is true Searching through the faceless crowd In the hallowed auditorium He sees that everyone is turned against him And his endless pursuit The saga that he spells out Has mothers grabbing children Grown men twisting mustaches As priests smooth out their suits But William hammers right along And ignores the banging gavel of The judges plea for order In the chaos of the room Outside my cell There is an oak that grows Through the fence line And towards the sun They built a barrier of barbs Flush bu*ted against its bark And still its burls unfurled Into branches strong The silver thorns that hem in my hole Snare me here through sun and snow While barbs may scar They cannot stop the mighty oak Burgeoning upward and out Disfigured no doubt The persistent sapling made stout By its daggered escape route Once it finally stands tall Its limbs will make the fence fall The slowest getaway car That the guard ever saw The warden scratches his bald patches And raises arms in the air He wonders how this happened Despite decades to prepare In this I found the faith That you'd see my sentence a mistake Discharge me from this place And reinstate me in your grace The truth will set you free one day My Father promised me But I'd never thought The truth would come this way, quite honestly William holds his palm out proud Upon the Bible, lays it down And solemnly swear against it That every word is true Searching through the faceless crowd In the hallowed auditorium He sees that everyone is turned against him And his endless pursuit If you had told me back then That the words from my pen Would've branded me a paynim I would never changed a damn thing I am sure it's shocking to your ears That the treaties you revere Would suffer such a**essment At the stylus of confrére But I am more than well aware How you all were unprepared To stare into the sun As it means to pick apart its flares With my covenant in question And career upon the line I will suffer your reckless sanctions With the clarity of mind That the charges that you lay Against my character of faith Will burden you with shame When you face the presumed paradise And He knows, well as I That His heralds can carol flat songs The refrains ring familiar But the words just seem a tad wrong God is just a breath away He lives a kiss from your lips but his message can mutate as it drifts from mount to chisel tips So this is it My suffrage sings its swan song Your suspicions set me sovereign From the restriction of your sad bonds While you edit me from existence For continuity May the Lord be always in your footsteps To document your lunacy William holds his palm out proud Upon the Bible, lays it down And solemnly swears against it That every word is true Searching through the faceless crowd In the hallowed auditorium He sees that everyone is turned against him And his endless pursuit The saga that he spells out Has mothers grabbing children Grown men twisting mustaches As priests smooth out their suits But William hammers right along And ignores the banging gavel of The judges plea for order In the chaos of the room