ahh-hha / and what’s this urge that rises o’er me?
shots of images that set me free
to set alive what exists in my mind
sending waves of tears through your eyes
in a soul resists unhealthy praise
projected image of a simple mind fuck
the thrill of running light the eye can see
but creeping fog it always catches me
think about/of where my past came from
defeated anger of a fathers son
and had to suffer where a sinner bled
and less of sin but maybe shame we’re fed
just don’t let the guilt do it again
liar. how do you sleep? how do you breathe?
i am a liar.
so lord oh lord oh lord oh won’t you heal me
please send me soul to wash me make me clean
so lord oh lord oh lord i’m down my knees
and down my neck and skin oh bury me
and come again