Penstemon Songtext
von Steven Kattenbraker

You think you′ve made your mind
On the straightest route you find
Eat your idols every meal
You can't swallow your own polished stone ideals

Too late you′ve doused the fire
In the closets of your desire
Fit yourself into the mold
And you have filled yourself full of all the fury you can hold


All the mud that you've thrown to absolve your sins
Collect it all and plant your penstemon
Your arms ache and your faith breaks
But you'll be, stubborn till the end

Never chaste until you′re tried
And you pass on every ride
Scream out now or keep your quiet
If only you could see yourself from the outside
All the mud that you′ve thrown to absolve your sins
Collect it all and plant your penstemon
Your arms ache and your faith breaks
But you'll be, stubborn till the end