Oh-Oh!
How I miss all of my false prophet whisperings
My lost love
My lost muses!
Oh-Oh!
Now I'm sinking in the weight of all my youth
When it's gone, where does it go?
Alright?!
Boys and girls sleep-walking in their underwear
Tugging at our birth-skins
We put flowers in our hair
Jumping off that cross, reciting all our midnight psalms
Jesus spits out moonbeams
When we wake up it's all gone
I am the slave-pull tide
Captive to the phosphor moon ignite
And if my horoscope is right
The black hole in my heart explodes
We'll dance around the light
Alright!
No more Mrs.
No more Mr's
Sunday school, or nuclear winters
No black books to keep us
Prisoners!
All our words, our songs will lift us up!
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