Put the Critic in the Coffin

I can imagine a simple religion
I can plan a simple way
I see it now the omen
Teaching me to pray

I am going to get a can of spray paint
Write on all the walls
Find the place of unconstraint
And my soul as it calls

Put the Critic in the Coffin
Turn the garbage into gold
She can be forgotten
The dead have no hold

I am going to rise into consciousness
Wide and open and waiting for me
Bursting out of darkness
No fears, no uncertainty

Put the Critic in the Coffin
Turn the garbage into gold
She can be forgotten
The dead have no hold

The only way for resolution
May be revolution
And the need for ablution
Let me tell you the solution

Put the Critic in the Coffin
Turn the garbage into gold
She can be forgotten
The dead have no hold



Credits
Writer(s): Vicki Ferrara
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