Guarantee Jesus - Attic Abasement

No more guarantees

Now we’re playing rough

Beating like a drum

Will that be enough?

Wounded voice

Did you have a choice?

Beaming like the moon

In an empty room

Fold it up

Discovery

It spread to me

Like a new disease

Guarantee Jesus

Police us everywhere

In the drug town there

Falls into your lap

Careful it’s a trap

Shoulder patch

We all took the class

Does that say it all?

Mommy’s at the mall

Only one away

Finishing the cake

Every single clock

Starts running slow

Counting your toes

While the river flows

Guarantee Jesus

Police us in everything

Entering the dream