My heart is darkclots, Leap year is late
How did you get here, Ask all but the babe
From a Christ that went hissing Constricting his cells
We summon by candle by book and by bell
Glossolalia coats my skin
Glycerin and the turbulence
stuffed the voice inside of God
Mirrors to the animals
The sermon goes mourning, Pricking it's hail
Slothful the child, That preys on the seed
Shall behead the drought, Wound under sleeves
I hope you have room, In a thicket of vines
Give me a moment, To clean what you've stole
The streets will hang high, Stretch ribs and let taste
We'll cover the smell with silver nitrate
Mending the cuts of your prosthetic faith
Glossolalia coats my skin Glycerin and the turbulence Stuffed the voice inside of God Mirrors to the animals.