its been 6 years of dreams
74 books and it seems
that the way i see
is much different that you believe
i will not take my foot off the path
to the slaughter of the calf
the bridge where we tossed my mingy in the water
frozen and blindfolded, i ve gained more than others
which way should i lead your worn out pacifier
down to the garden or shall i lead you to the fire?
Ill take one in a spike two in my eye
For those who close their eyes, say, “I like it fine
My bread, my box, my knife”
Hear me when I say, “It’s alright,
To say no, to keep your head upright
In addition, when the liars lay you outright
Cut off yer wings in mid-flight
Press yer face into their rings in the fight
Look into their ghost limb eyes
Execute the lies with brutal spite
Embrace their shimmering switchblade knife
Give up yer life.
Let em press the knife to the small of yer back
Steal all their rings and tack
Them to the walls and the halls of the court
Give them gifts til it makes them short
Of breath and they’ll try to breathe
But their loss of wealth leads them to grieve
and death will walk them to their grave
and I will sing to them all the way!
