The Lapse - The Betrayal lyrics

Though I've returned with my head hung low And my palms pressed flatly, upwardly together In due time I plan on leaving again And when I do my fingers will fold to form a gun And flip to f** a chorus of pussies Who still answer to that brilliant thought That revealed itself to them in third grade What was it again? In this church the clocks have stopped While her bedtime tongue hits my ears undeciphered And my hands send "silk" to my heart Before the "skin" to my brain And I know these whispers betray my alchemy And my new religion can set us back centuries But I'm not coming back I'm not coming back until i can take this with me