The hanged man

Fucked up on grass, so
now stand up and preach
Release
Nobody cares what you say
you dumb b***h.
But I'll talk anyway,
this happened and none of it's a lie.

Met a man on the street -
he was tortured and hung
upside down from his feet.
And the blood in his head
made him wish he were dead
on the funeral pyre, just meat.

Surrender
The cards have been laid.
Remember
You're just a game piece well played.

He murdered a guy,
now I stare in his eye,
it's lined with red threads,
and the milky way inside.

And I, all I have
Is some cold instant soup
and a smile.
I'm okay, life's really just fine.

He murdered a guy...
And he's on the run,
barter for life, but it's not really worth much,
felt death on my fingertip
as we shook hands he passed
the universe
into my palm.

Now stand...
Release, your anger, onto me.
The fear, I think it's grief,
that's why I cried.
And he thought it was funny,
can you believe
that he's an angel?
Do you mind?

For a moment I thought
he would murder me, too.
He went dark and there was
the queerest of feelings
the cruel and distorted
Divine...
Then we laughed, anyway,
goodnight and goodbye.