The Holy Snail

(Verse 1) Crawling through the pews, under sacred light, A spiral shell, a gleaming knight. In my mind, he roams, a sanctified trail, My thoughts enshrined, the holy snail. (Chorus) Oh, he sets me free, with every slide and glide, In the church's heart, with the holy snail, I confide. His slow pace, a testament, a hallowed tale, In my darkest hour, I find the holy snail. (Verse 2) Stained glass stories, whispering through the stone, He carries the weight, his patience shown. A silent sermon, in his trail, I sail, Guided by the light, of the holy snail. [Guitar solo] (Bridge) In the echo of the choir, his presence I hail, A slow-moving savior, in his shell, so frail. Through the arches high, his spirit prevails, In the house of worship, bows the holy snail. (Chorus) Oh, he sets me free, with every slide and glide, In the church's heart, with the holy snail, I confide. His slow pace, a testament, a hallowed tale, In my darkest hour, I find the holy snail. (Outro) As the organ plays, and the candles flicker and wane, I feel the snail's grace, washing away the pain. In this holy place, his spirit will never pale, Forever on my mind, the sacred, the holy snail.