Let your song spill out.
You better thank the Lord for the mind alive enough to know
There's something to be thankful for
A life is a little like
Riding an ostrich
It's funny but perilous, so honey be careful. This
Is all you get
And when it's over guaranteed, you're gonna plead
To everything
"OH PLEASE!
Don't make me leave yet!"
But it's dark in the hearts of all empty cathedrals
And dark in the catacombs.
Silent and bleach-boned remains
Of short-lived, long-dead patriarchs
Having scratched out importance,
Have been scratched from the province
And delivered like infant...