I took the road feeling sad. I understood why you've kept me preserved. I once saw him coming To heal the sick with his shadow. I paid an entrance fee.
I see it coming. I see signs posting a theme, Truth in a pure state Thinking what is not pure. I understand why you've kept your wood Ready for another key Of immobility reckoning.
Tangled signs enlist their theme. Variations on air and fire. Variations on teeth and eye sockets. The faulty guts of crowds Go hungry when the Lord's worth needs release.
I once saw it coming. I saw monuments dedicated to the tension of bedroom stains. I saw monuments dedicated to a peril now so out of fashion. I thought in a pure state But my thinking was not pure. My actions are still of imaginary labels Promising your animal fertility.
I take the road feeling sad, Seeking mayhem Advertising what frailty abounds. I preserve mayhem at half-mast And begin to heal the sick with tainted shadows.