The Pope's Egg Hat-Rozz Williams

歌手 : Rozz Williams
语种 : 英语
时长 : 05:11

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TXT The Pope's Egg Hat-Rozz Williams 文本歌词

The Pope's Egg Hat - Rozz Williams
Not caring truly blinded
I leave this box
With twisted face
And everything you
Ever wanted
White against glass
Dead as names from
Bellies tightened
Something must be
Done about this
They have robbed us
Of a cheapened life
Permit us only a
Sense of pity
Brought on by brutality
And unconcerned eyes
Lives in squalor
Sick or in prison
The doors old gain
All night caught nothing
A member of that body
That one-minded memory alone
No razor nor fermented
Liquids in fulgent power
Shall gain dominion over death
Fast-moving crazy wandering
Nature's mutation of ghastly fate
Heavy canvas holding
Cave-like drip-rot
One hand whines in deep space-time
Halfway down my death watch ticks
This sermon of agony draws all
My attention away from the years
No great outcry of bodies
In godless commotion
Look at their dauntless
Courage to this good news
Black night hearts
Leading them astray
And these heroic deeds
Done in leaping blaze
Across centuries of mental ascent
Should we resign such
Human frailties
As in heaven's tongue confess
And if this outline is a
Blueprint of fear turn away
Seeds spilt then altered
By day-frowning signs
Yellow slowly in smolders
Do we not occupy such thrones
The proof of scars catching
Man in his own trap of salvation
It is the positive core
Of checks and balances
It is not in fire's abrogated fate
Is it a stirring reaffirmation
Of hope's final warfare
Are we not restrained in
Mourning starred indulgence
Standing at the gate
Slave as royal shift
A smear of wasp-sized
Jewels glitter madly
As the throat is cut
From ear to ear
Ever widening circles
Engulf these molten days
So that love and mercy
Might walk in newness
Active faith a unity we
Know must never be broken
On the other hand
You are a brother of foreign land
A green-eyed monster
All of you sheep
Not lords but servants
Separated from the sphere
Of truth before sin
And we shall view the
Resurrection of the dead
Come to know the end
Of human foldings
A graceless life already spent
And leaf of evening rains
One crack in this
Otherwise seamless egg