The mozzetta is a short elbow-length sartorial vestment, a cape that covers the shoulders and is buttoned over the frontal breast area. It is worn over the rochet or cotta as part of choir dress by some of the clergy of the Catholic Church, among them the pope, cardinals, bishops, abbots, canons and religious superiors. There used to be a small hood on the back of the mozzette of bishops and cardinals, but this was discontinued by Pope Paul VI. The hood, however, was retained in the mozzette of certain canons and abbots, and in that of the popes, often trimmed in satin, silk and or ermine material.
The colour of the mozzetta, which is always worn with a cassock and sometimes other choral vestments, represents the hierarchical rank of the person wearing it. Cardinals wear a scarlet mozzetta, while bishops and those with equivalent jurisdiction (e.g., apostolic administrators, vicars apostolic, exarchs, prefects apostolic, territorial prelates, and territorial abbots, if not bishops) wear a violet mozzetta. Rectors of basilicas and some canons wear a black mozzetta with red piping and buttons. The black mozzetta may be worn by priests who are rectors of parishes. Some religious orders have a mozzetta as part of their religious habit: the Canons Regular of the Austrian Congregation wear a violet mozzetta; their confreres in the Congregation of St. Maurice wear a red mozzetta; the Congregation of Holy Cross, the Canons Regular of the Immaculate Conception and the Lateran Canons wear a black mozzetta.
I promised you delight and heaven opens
come wage my holy war
where every thought is sin
i've been meaning to remove my baby skin tattoo
and i meant to be more kind
well maybe next time
if you come my way
if you come my way
if you come my way
we might feel the same
consequence of rage
if you come my way
i caught you on your knees
my words aren't wasted
you'd love to be realeased without tasting it
ands it's only if you bought what i have sold you
and if everything is fine well maybe next time
and if we go quiet if we can slip through
if i could only think only go unnoticed
if we hide the anger smolder inside
wait my time so quiet
changed my face again so you'll forget me
purified the skin is just a covering
i've been meaning to remove my baby skin tattoo
and i meant to be more kind
and maybe next time
i'll be a friend
and next time they'll be the enemy
and you might find
what you might find