Listening

I will rain on your parade
An escapade
Through the lonely and the lost
You cannot hope to slow me down
You’ll wear a frown
As you start to count the cost

You’re living in a fucked up world
Surrounded by your fears
Praying to a mixed up god
Who can’t remember here

Tie that ribbon in your hair
Your long black hair
Then I will tie you to the mast
Like Viking raids of yesteryear
No need to fear
Of those we kill you will be last

You’re just a crazy mixed up girl
Is it satellites you hear
On your knees praying to your Lord
It’s an absent God you fear

Not a word
Not a single sound
As I made love to you my dear
Now you’re at ease
Six feet under ground
I took your fear

Because your God will never

Hear

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