Whitewash broken by a gate
The heavy love, the feather hate
My baptism in Martin Lake
The father, son, I aspirate
I saw it moving through the trees
I held tight to my sister's sleeve
The broken jaw of history
Now wired for man's own puppetry
So bind my hands with cotton rope
And cast me to the sea
See if I can float, I'll haunt your memory
Belie your certainty
The tips of branches flaming high
And puncturing the veil of night
They searched for markings on my thigh
Fed dogs a cake of piss and rye
Said I'd walked the woods alone
And bowed before the devil's throne
And writ my name upon his page
And took to heart a pagan's plague
Oh, so force me down upon my knees
And stuff my mouth with rags
And bid the fire breathe, the wind will carry me
Beyond your big empty
Who do you think, who do you think you are
Family Bible, Christ around your neck
Rearview mirror rosary
Holy water killing spree
Peace be with you
I went out singing Silent Night
I went out with a strange delight
So swollen by the urge for breath
So taken by the charms of death
The Minister then wrung his robe
And searched the sky for heaven's dove
Yet none but ravens flew on high and sh*t upon the ground nearby
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