Can it be possible that God in all his mighty,
when he created men...
Splicing genes and splitting hairs
over who are Fathers' heirs...
Should I say it?
Should I...
God
We are the lampposts in the streets...
Prophets are beautiful outside
And dirty inside...
Love, Lust and Pride......
Is that what I'm after...
Lost in the bewildered forest
Amidst all the dearest...
I am a plant, aren't I God?
I always seem to extend my faith...
Decapitated heads sing a hymn,
filling the feeling felt grim...
Acclimatize my house of reason, dear Jesus.
These seasons are treasons of an evil beacon...
I am dirt, just a dirty girl....
That's what I said to a spiritual...
What would you give up, what could you go without?
Would you give the things that excite and make you...