Punish YourselfYou say you cannot believe in anything so minuscule
& I say I can not subscribe to anything like Jesus Christ. But i admit that secrets may be hidden 'neath the tapestry. But you insist it's simple in your world of saints & enemies. Isn't it great, everyone's god, everyone hates, everyone's open ended fate, everyone loves, everyone fears& everyone's scared.
Golden cities just exist inside our heads lest we persist, till all our dreams are manifest to materials & then they rust. Then we hang like empty pockets as godless space just fills each socket & eyes they swell with tears & years have gone & we're alone.. alone.. alone. Isn't it great, everyone's god, everyone hates, everyone's open ended fate, everyone loves, everyone lies
& everyone's cries.
She asked me if there was anyone that I would like to be & I responded, honestly, in 30 years I'd like to still be me, But I probably won't, cause we lose a little every day 'till every things gone."till we all waste away... away... away. Now isn't it great, god is upstairs. I know that he's late but he's coming down I swear, so you better be good, you better be quiet if you want him to save you, save you