Prague

The air is so thin, so I breathe it in
Terracotta eyes, golems of skies
Sharpen my sins
Ashes to lungs; foreign to tongue
Structure of bone stands all alone
In the world that I won

The earthenware we pull from the land
Is pliable under the blade in our hand
Iron and milk; razor and silk
It's your custody to which I remand

My own personal prague
To which my tissue has scarred
Meet me in the dirt
And we'll paint this town in tar

A curtain I chose is certain to close
Hiding away from the horror of days, never exposed
Relics of wrists; growing to fists
Power so great; dust on my plate
Can I be dismissed

The earthenware we pull from the land
Is pliable under the blade in our hand
Iron and milk; razor and silk
It's your custody to which I remand

My own personal prague
To which my tissue has scarred
Meet me in the dirt
And we'll paint this town in tar
Just to preserve what we deserve

My own personal prague
To which my tissue has scarred
Meet me in the dirt
And we'll paint this town in tar



Credits
Writer(s): James Edward Young
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