Cross

Why haven't I passed bridges of dimensions?

Cause I have sins requiring my life's worth of pensions

My job was one not to be mentioned

So there’s a letter in God's house for my eviction

I'll see you in hell when i announce my own death with depressive diction

 

Listen

 

Have you seen a man past these rails looking down to waves like sweet relief?

 

See death like he deserves it

Cross his heart and then invert it

 

A serpent’s tail around his neck he's yelling squeeze and don't release

Checking mail to seize an eviction of the damned, deceased

 

He's putting bullets of his own explosive memory, Into a machine of travel, for his last journey, pull it out of there, or make it live, either way no one cares, he leaves us covertly

 

Hear him call like a lark he's a crow among passenger pidgins

It was dark

He hung low in the sky and shells missed his black wings

Sung a new song of dirges while each death merges, it’s hard to remember all these things

Observes his creation with perspectives so twisting

It's a job, He'll say, now pay

 

So run if you want to it's all right

Grab all a pretty celestite

Pray to deaf angels for the end of night

Try spinning hands on the clock

Toil with what’s left of your life until your fingers come off

Soil your name and embrace this shot

Of steel pounding flesh

A job of "not God's guest"

 

Crow perched upon bony remains

Slowly searched for a way to decay

Decide his own dying day

Suicide, the only thing that was ever

Mine