Easter

Bend your broken word
At the edge of absurd
In the service station glow
You've got nothing to show

Spent and spending still
Chasing that thrill
The blind star glows
But you look down, there's nothing below

Gold Man, Gold Man
Rise from the dead
Forget all inflammatory things that you said
Gold Man, Gold Man
Go back to bed
You've made a big mess on the day of your rest

Bend your broken curse
Interpretive verse
It's all just for show
And you look down
There's nothing to show



Credits
Writer(s): Lukasz Buda, William John Dryden Ricketts, Richard Laurance Singleton, Thomas Callwood, Christopher Michael O'connor, Samuel Flynn Scott, Warner Edward Emery, Conrad Wedde
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