God is a Wind Turbine

Mark me down as did not play: death in family
Don't come find me
I'll not be brandishing banners
I'm not interested in answers
Take the scarves off, put the flags down
90 Minutes, 0-0
Everyone outside is disappeared or frozen
That is fine, that's how I like them
It's fine, it's how I like them

And when the town unfreezes
And the plaza fills with people
I will sit outside a bar and drink a caña or a beer or two
It's all I really wanna do
A game is on, Real Madrid is playing 4-4-2
And I love to watch while I become the world cup champion
Of learning not to grieve cause I can handle it
And I will give the eulogy and I will nail it
And they'll say boy that kid's intelligent
He's great at making As and watching soccer
And not talking to his family

An endless stream rainbow colored blood
Runs from my irises to ground
Along the stones and streets
To churches that were built back when
Cortes brought gold and riches home
The Americas are excellent
This continent can never hurt hurt you
And driving through Wyoming isn't lonely if you're broke in two
Geography is apathetic
And god is a wind turbine blowing Spanish through the mountains
If you listen you can hear the ghosts of border crossings
Running from the feds
Who you can follow to a village in the desert
That will render itself empty if you let it
It can all be empty
Tripping through the colors I can't name
And can't remember if I saw
And will never see again
Til a blood sacrifice on pyramid
Where my heart is ripped out and held up to the sun
And corpse goes tumbling down the stairs