Ten of two on L.S.DEyes are peeled till no tick short of threeMy lips whisprer to the cross in handAre there no ears listeningcold drafts slip past the pane cracksBut what will day break the clean slate bring?in stores a host of misplaced trust im sureAnother sunrise won’t chance a thingSo tell me no truth obscuredIts scandels, as you’ve heardBut exposures best im sureAll we afford is forgivenessim not here to hear the truthI’ll shut this screen and leave the boothMom’s the word son he made you gagSaid yo »re the youngest he’s ever hadno filth or flaw do my eyes seeGo add some bdeads to your rosaryYours ins forgiven now that weve metAnd past this booth we both forgetDont tell me just name your price for silenceThats my advice dont dirty the face of christNo Cardinal Sin