Comparing Saviors and Friends Songtext
von Catcher

As far as I know, there′s a whiskey priest with a shrunken head and
When lightning strikes in a foreign land he jumps up from the sea with an ax in hand
Shifting 'cross the sand
He breathes wind to your promised land and it speaks
"You live and eat here in my palm"
Compare your savior to your closest friend
You spend your life grasping at wet soap
When it comes to time
When all that′s left is fucked I'll take those fears
I'll take those years
I′ll take your children from their cribs
And cast the stone that breaks your ribs
For I am both your god and friend
Now leave your water, wine, and bread
And you′ll say thank you for all of this
Compare your savior to your closest friend