No va a alcanzar la leña

Who’s the one who thinks they don’t believe?
Who’s the one who thought they believed?
Who’s the one who, believing they don’t believe, believes?
Who’s the one who would never believe it?
I feel like...
I feel like the firewood won’t last,
I feel like the firewood won’t last,
I feel like the firewood won’t last,
it’s not gonna be enough for us.
And there are still people who don’t honor the relics,
the sixty fingers of the Baptist,
the forty authentic heads of Saint Julia, still.
The divine foreskin,
the priest’s nephews,
the sacred umbilical cord.
The pontifical bullshit,
David’s slingshot,
Goliath’s bad vibes.