Whispering Whip
Robert Pollard
In a peaceful community where all the holy people live
Holy people, man they try to save me
Tonight
So right
You can lose your worth
You can all go lay yourself
Betray yourself
Whispering whip, your spirit is locked inside
But that's not how we died
Limping and sedated
Ill-prepped and satisfied
Guessing obligation
By nature to provide
Blessed alter-cycles
Buried in subdivision
All vision is pride