Lungs wet thought my best guardian angel dismounted,
Wings pinned against the blessed archangels of the fountain,
And I felt it in my chest, what the waters harness,
You could drown of emptiness in those parks of darkness.
And up your arched inseam the cannibals are crawling,
Into your pleasantries the head-hunters are jawing,
Animal in me another body alters,
Heavenly body modification conquers.
I’ve daydreamed scenes in some form of surrender,
Some shape-shift in me but I’m just a bender,
Dreams still flicker in my mind on bus seat mornings,
When the cold smokestack glass is all my cheeks absorbing.
And somewhere in my mind it’s all so well entwined,
But I’m not well aligned,
My dreams aren’t well defined.
I just don’t know where to pay, I just don’t know where to pray.
I just don’t know where to pay, I just don’t know where to pray,
I just don’t know where today, I just don’t know where to pay.