Love & Terror Cult Jeffrey Jesus Son Of Jesus
He’s drone sized but he sees himself in the sky
And explains how he is the center
The tales tell of wine-filled giant beasts
He defeats to maintain honor
What a valiant man
Hanging Just as planned
Call it a win
When people eat your skin
Jeffery Jesus as you consume me
I think about your absent face
Someone must have
Taken it from you
How do you shine
When you can’t smile
Climbing stairs to fall back down
Calling it privilege
I think it’s hard
To name in the dark
My fingers are too clean to tell you
These moments are moments I’ll soon forget
