Besprinkled In Scarlet Horror Lyrics
Or images vivid scarlet horrors absurdOf shrieking sounds that evoke the legions of hellThe notes that you choose and the beats that you sellYou're not giving all the glory to HimBecause your artwork depicts a severed limbAnd all the people buy into your deceitBecause you're keeping way too frantic a beatThey said to Bach three hundred years ago"You work in the church there's something you should know""We hired you to write music that glorifiesBut these toccatas and fugues just simply horrify"He said, "they're simply notes put together in barsAnd why you think that's wrong I just throw up my arms"Eviscerate words that evoke emetic thoughtsDissect and discard what speaks of corpses in rotThe leprous stumps of the sick and the lameThe stoning of Stephen, Job's scab covered frameAnd John the Baptist - a head on a pletterRemove this gorefest - why should it matter?You say this pace beckons evil spiritsBut I care not what you call itTo me it's two hundred beats per minuteOn tablature I scrawled itIf you arrived at the siteOf Calvary's scarlet frightWould fears have made your feet take flightAnd turn away from our Lord's plight
Tourniquet Besprinkled In Scarlet Horror
