Ten of two on L.S.D Eyes are peeled till no tick short of three My lips whisprer to the cross in hand Are there no ears listening cold drafts slip past the pane cracks But what will day break the clean slate bring? in stores a host of misplaced trust im sure Another sunrise won't chance a thing So tell me no truth obscured Its scandels, as you've heard But exposures best im sure All we afford is forgiveness im not here to hear the truth I'll shut this screen and leave the booth Mom's the word son he made you gag Said yore the youngest he's ever had no filth or flaw do my eyes see Go add some bdeads to your rosary Yours ins forgiven now that weve met And past this booth we both forget Dont tell me just name your price for silence Thats my advice dont dirty the face of christ No Cardinal Sin