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Lyrics:
Frankincense gathers in billows of smoke
The priest leads a mass as it clings to his cloak
We pray for salvation
From what I don’t know
Our secrets remain behind stained glass windows
Outside wind moves the rain at a staggering speed
My pocket holds red plastic rosary beads
We pray to new icons while old saviours bleed
All on a plastic rosary
Perceived contradictions; a devil a saint
Peel back the layers of who I am and who I ain’t
Parts of my composite
That I used to hate
I now cling to tightly, it’s never too late
Outside thunder and lightning are taking down trees
My pocket holds red plastic rosary beads
You think there’s a heaven that I’ll never see
While we both pray on plastic rosaries
I don’t need a pulpit, or archdiocese
I’ve written my own doxology
If there’s a heaven there’s no guarantee
They recognize plastic rosaries
And when I was a child with insatiable needs
I prayed on my red plastic rosary beads
That Jesus would save me despite my misdeeds
Forgive me by saying my rosary
Among icons and prophets parting the seas
I kneel with my red plastic rosary beads
I beg God to answer my desperate pleas
While I white knuckle red plastic rosary beads
I don't need a pulpit or archdiocese
I have my own doxology
Heaven's a place they say i'll never see
While I pray on my red plastic rosary beads
My only prayer was you’d just let me be
Once I laid down my red plastic rosary
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