Oh my boundless church
Stained glass surrounds the Earth
My bible belt orbits a star
From it's pulpit preaches far
From it's pulpit preaches far
To a congregation built of clouds
Noble gases that geyser out
Into the open palms of my eyes
An unspoken psalm to sackcloth skies
Adorned with miracles of flashing lights
Which war like angels about to die
And in their clashing sparks do fly
Each spark a seed that brings new life
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