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 yo''re 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