Lyric

A swarm of light carries prayers on high

Telling us salvation waits if we shut our eye

Led along blindly by that pure white cry

One by one, they sink beneath the sky

The more you believe, the brighter it turns to be

An invisible chain tearing the sky, breaking free

Drink it down, my holy child

The taste of salvation is sweet and defiled

The flock falls—falling deeper still

Discarding their wings, aiming for the hill

Somebody's voice grew to sound like a god

To doubt it now would be a sinful fraud

So with a smile, they all drank it down

The clear poison prayer into the crown

Every time you trust, you drown in the deep

The light now only shines where the shadows creep

Drink it down, my holy child

The taste of salvation is sweet and defiled

The flock falls—falling deeper still

Cutting off sweet dreams against their own will

Close your eyes and fall

Same, obey, repeat

Same, obey, repeat

Faith will feed the fire

Oh Lord, is the pyre not high enough?

Drink it down, my holy child

The tears are now blessings, running wild

The flock falls—falling deeper still

Raising their voices, descending the hill

Into the abyss

Same, obey, repeat

Just drink it down