Marching Church Every Child (Portrait Of Wellman Braud)
An avid uncastrated boar
Heart slamming from side to side like a wild bell clapper
Desire spilt on the floor
Apathetic lust sheltered from all vivid encounter
Hoisting
Hoisting
Warm and wet
Blood rush to my head
I hear laughter resonate through the lean wall
And it's physically hurting me
Transcending
Transcending
Warm and wet
Blood rush to my head
Warm and wet blood rush to my head
Pity or awe, it makes no difference now
Warm and wet blood rush to my head
Pity or awe, it makes no difference now
Every child
Every child
Every child
Every child
Every child throws a shadow in the world
No heart can learn what it has no shape to hold
Elevating
Elevating
Warm and wet blood rush to my head
A constant awareness
A constant awareness
And still warm and wet blood rush to my head
Warm and wet blood rush to my head
Pity or awe, it makes no difference now
Warm and wet blood rush to my head
Pity or awe, it makes no difference now
Every child
Every child
Every child
Every child
Every child throws a shadow in the world
