Saturday, March 17, 2007

Keepin the Faith, Baby

our heads on the plate
the clowns are out of the gate
there aren't any shortcuts
it doesn't take more guts
to turn our heads away from the light
a million hearts blazing from flames of the gun
what do ya do where do ya run
when we're nailing each other to crosses

i know i don't get it
but people of faith don't come to me
like you know some shit that i don't
i'm into backwater baptism delight
soaring so blindly seeing with eyes closed
shining brightly in crazy dumbspace