Sturdy Belief in Flimsy Gods Songtext / Lyric

Floating minds connect in the yards once again and they say "he's not going to make it"
Open up the bottle look inside and see your life
A line of soldiers in your nose fighting a battle of ignorance
They say they're so sorry, that this won't happen again
Some kind of cleansing so vicious, baking in an oven
Restraints nailed into your wrists but they aren't forcing anything
Chants fronted from your precursor, stapled into the mouths of all these fools
Fabricated like the cross you wear on your chest