"Pulpit" lyrics
"Pulpit"
Break the bone
Tear the flesh of your influence
A true human disease
There's blood now in the sink
It's a crime scene
But I'm stuck shooting the breeze
Tell me what I'm missing
Focus now on your breath
The imposter left before your eyes is a dream
I could swear we're awake
I think I know this place
But it's hanging on by its final seams
How revealing
Come clean to waste my time
Pulpit in the rubble
The torture and the trouble
There's beauty in the way we have decayed
Peel the power struggle
Back to nerve
Another time, another day, another place
Shed the skin, that disguise
Both your dying eyes
And walk free in the sun
Nothing left here to burn that can hold you back
Your pain forever in memoriam
Hallelujah
Picked clean, but take my time
Pulpit in the rubble
The torture and the trouble
There's beauty in the way we have decayed
Peel the power struggle
Back to nerve
Another time, another day, another place
As the body breaks down, it obeys
Writer(s): Chris Cresswell, Jon Darbey, Paul Ramirez, Scott Brigham
- AZLyrics
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- The Flatliners Lyrics
album:
"Cold World" (2026)
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