The Shunned Ones

The congregants lie in their self-same, pine homes
Lined up in tidy rows in the worm-eaten loam

Softened eyes stare unblinking at rotten satin overhead
Arms lay at their sides on their final beds

They have been forgotten
They have been left behind
By the one they held sacred
And the one whom they maligned

Locked in those bodies that spoil and swell
Planted like sterile seeds in the dirt, confined in their cells

To be eaten by those worms, to liquefy into the ground
But never to climb out in those sad graves, forever bound

Because they have been forgotten
Because they have been left behind
By the one they held sacred
And the one whom they maligned

You can dig them up but still they won’t rise
You can burn them up but they won’t escape with the smoke into the sky

No, they have been forgotten
No, they have been left behind
By the one they held sacred
And the one whom they maligned

They have been forgotten
They have been left behind
By the one they held sacred
And the one whom they maligned, yeah