Salem Sylvan - Passing The Cemetery Lyrics

Walking past the cemetery
Sunday's best, ignore the weary
Safe inside their Father's building
Drowning out the buried wailing

Ancestors of those inside
Enslaved and burned
The dead who writhe
Justified their torture by
Their skin and sex and blatant lies
Pulled from the books or pulpits where
Divine projections defined an heir
Godly renown was placed on thee
With fairness of being and purity

The child's of child's
And so on
Find out the transgressions on those beyond

With shame and with duty
They pass right by
Those left to the blood
And demeaning fire
Sitting in the creaking pews
Out the glass the bodies lay
In the grass with stones above
Or weeds for those not known to love
In parallel plane they roam the same
Wooden chapel walls in vain
Creeping towards the crucifix
Begging: "why would he do this
Even if they know he's clean
How could his own wreak and reap
Spirits wander to and fro
Through cicadaed heat and foxglove snow