gods grace given passion
with stormy arms' relate
crush down upon any warning
sleeveless shirts don any race
create the bloodflow streaming
from heart to hearty part
the pressure brain growing
cooking away in the mighty heart
dont you know its hard to give redemption
to a boy that keeps on moving
keeps running away from the
hand of the lord always
finding a way to get away
but you know its damned crazy to run
where you are trying to escape wrath
when it's already begun
down below
theyre still singing round the campfire
blowing smoke rings
to signal a canyon fire
picket signs and dandelions
through cannons they follow
from childrens drain and borrowed pain
the priests hunger and swallow
the damage done, forgotton son
but oh definitely the most holy one
the sun rises and the sun sets
no one notices what they have done
dont you know its too hard to stand on liquid tears
to freeze them frozen to take the broken
and bend it into place
requires great patience, great grace,
with the dilute of poisonous tounges nor fangs
could ever pollute
take this away
back into your mouth, your world,
and wrap the halo around, dont dodge,
and flail into oblivion
down below
joining hands, the campfire,
ritualistic sex and practices,
signaling a canyon fire
our absence of love
signaling a canyon fire