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And now, we proudly present songs perverse and songs of lament. A couple of hymns of confession, and songs that recognize our sick obsessions. Sing along- I'm on the ugly organ again. Sing along- I'm on the ugly organ, so lets begin. Cursive There's no use to keep a secret, everything I hide ends up in lyrics... so read on- accuse me when you're done- if it sounds like I did you wrong. Our father, who art in heaven, save me from this wreck I'm about to drown in. Didn't I learn anything counting out my sins on rosary beads? The reverend plays on the ugly organ; on the audience. ...So why do I think I'm any different? I've been making money off my indifference. We all pass the hat around, 'This is my body', this is the blood I found on my hands after I wrote this album. Play it off as stigmata for crossover fans... some red handed sleight of hand. Woah oh.