Year Of Our Lord Fire Skates The Water
This is the time of blind revelry their eyes all
reflecting obscenity I snake between dense carcass seas
only to find I had no leave Will this be my fight? To
teach men of their rights? Fire skates the water illusion
thine religion Fire skates the water never trust the
second hand {Laughing now with painful echo someone lays
drunk beside your bedfellow women crying soft in the
night painted faces lie in smeared tears} {Waves too dark
to focus my light oceans now fires, my beach crystalline
ash scanning the sunset for shots of our past I race to
the light sinking time} This is the time of blind revelry
their hearts all beating obscenity I snake between dense
visual fields only to know their is little real Fire
skates the water illusion thine religion Fire skates the
water never trust the second hand
