Can't Accept The Saint

Can't accept the saint
 dying here before me
 passing out the pearls
 while reaching up to glory
 On my carousel I am whipping dancing horses
 riding up and down
 chasing tails and choices
 I miss the mortal you have shed
 Whose tongue was sharp like a pointed stick
 We poked the world until it bled
 and now you're laying hands instead
 But you, you don't have to feel
 You, you don't have to feel
 Crossing is complete
 free from all the ties
 that held back all the truths
 from exposing all the lies
 He's leaving us for good
 He'll leave us for the better
 build upon his words
 up to the last letter
 I miss the mortal you have shed
 Whose tongue was sharp like a pointed stick
 We poked the world until it bled
 and now you're laying hands instead
 But you, you don't have to feel
 You, you don't have to feel
 You, you don't have to feel
 And I do
 I do
 I do