Saturday I could feet the crowd's dismay 
They've acquired quite a fire to burn the profane on a funeral pyre 
Voices shrill cutting silence like they mean to kill 
Some pep rally where we scream 
His name like 
God was loosing in a football game [Chorus:] 
I don't want to waste 
His name this time 
I will never cast 
Him to the swine (Grasping at some feeling you once knew is nothing sacred ever safe with you?) 
Silver tongues all the spirit of an iron lung 
Selling highs as if we needed one 
Flash the lights so not be outdone 
Counterfeit wanting joy so much we take a hit like a tapeworm deep in hunger digs 
Waste the sacred just to feed these pigs 
If this is real, then you must find it between the space of grace and grim 
It's nothing you can manufacture your walls cannot contain 
Him