GODMOUTH

Your gods are so easy to shatter
I can't keep my hands off the ice pick
They're as real as antimatter
Where does the flame go if there's no wick?

Every time I see your bloated face
All I see is all of your mistakes
Letter-jacket-magic up those sleeves
Did you think you were better than thieves?

Lo! slow and shallow, let it become!
My enemies are piled on my tongue
Stick close to powers that you know
It's a run-on-sentence that you don't
Have in your mind
But you think you got it right
Oh, it's all lost in the Godmouth

The pen is my jumping bridge
Placed upon the craggy ridge
Of Dorian-esque amorality
The supercollider jams
The signal from the Netherlands
That I've been waiting for
Sundays don't matter here
First republic volunteers
Make it so sure to be
Blunt and dull kitchen knives
Cutting those Christmas pies
What the hell do you think of Him?

The pen is my jumping bridge
Placed upon the craggy ridge
Of Dorian-esque amorality
The supercollider jams
The signal from the Netherlands
That I've been waiting for
Sundays don't matter here
First republic volunteers
Make it so sure to be
Blunt and dull kitchen knives
Cutting those Christmas pies
What the hell do you think of Him?

Lo! slow and shallow, let it become!
My enemies are piled on my tongue
Stick close to powers that you know
It's a run-on-sentence that you don't
Have in your mind
But you think you got it right
Oh, it's all lost in the Godmouth



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