Sanctify, sanctify
Wash the evil from my eyes
Make it so I don't see
No evil visions from below

Preacher man, preacher man
Preacher do what preacher can
Preacher got good book in hand
Preacher talk and walk the land

Hey you, take form, are you ready?
On your mark, get set and never start
Never stop shooting blanks
Or placing props in your place

Defiled by the time that I write this a checklist
A way to shape the taste of things to come
To listen, to have and to hold

But never let 'em know that you left
'Cause they were thinking
'Oh, where'd they go?
Where's the door from which they came?
File reports, flag their names
Calling all cars, one's escaped'
It's a secret society of hope and disgust

Welcome to the backdrop
To the blank slate craze
Where the honorary heathen
Is always falling from grace
So make note of room
Make note of stance

Focus your eyes and edit the laughs
Censor the twitches observe and react
Pull this off, you can pull this off
Prepare a comment, aware of the cost
Repeat after me and start to believe
Pull this off, you can pull this off