Sacrifice won’t suffice resurrection needs your death to happen twice fall on my heart and burn and forge your tortured black-smitten into the sharpest, fucking sword
don’t assume that I’m always with you It’s just where my mortal body happens to be
No Sineater to slay Us Children of Cain Watching monkey suicide, Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away
Christ consciousness manifest to the Golden Ratio 5 or 500 years ago We were 15 foot high And to die was a Bardot Bridge(t) We never thought we’d cross To burn down behind and below
No Sineater to slay Us Children of Cain Watching monkey suicide, Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away
don’t assume that I’m always with you It’s just where my mortal body happens to be
So take your little black book I see the way that you look into it I’ll eat it and I’ll cut my tongue And all the pages you spread, ‘Sweet as honey,’ you said But I’m choking on your bitter stories
No Sineater to slay Us Children of Cain Watching monkey suicide, Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away