Saintseneca - Rare Form lyrics

Shout at the succulent clouds
Who in reply wring themselves
Out on the house
Doubt that your lungs carry cries
Sufficient to pry weeping eyes
Outta these skies i remember why

Waiting around day in day out
Swallow the keys when we're released
Waiting around which wasted hours
Are our ire?

God is where you let it be
So tell me if there are such things
Are they things such as these?
Ah so rile up the holes in your head
Let each little abyss have it's
Sips on the infinite tongue kisses
When we sit still will we distill
Spirit's you might swill?
Let me be the one rare form