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We clutch onto our bibles, like they'll
save us from ourselves, though inside we know our
overnight prayers will only ever be
answered with the gentle sighs of
sin and the
heaviness of sweat and beer.
We're all just
shadows in the night, hiding from the
translucence of the morning sun, wearing our
secrets like jewels to
dazzle the unwary into hallucinatory conceptions of a
comforting truth that will
distract them long enough for us to
become someone new.
Meanwhile, we're dancing into the
future, our movements heedless and unkind, the
inevitable toe to toe reactions to our current environmental
situation and to the pull of our
dear partner Fate.
Caught in the whirling and twirling of our
transformations, we shed our
past lives, discarding our
history of hurt
and disregarding the
pain that we cause because of the
pain that we hide.
save us from ourselves, though inside we know our
overnight prayers will only ever be
answered with the gentle sighs of
sin and the
heaviness of sweat and beer.
We're all just
shadows in the night, hiding from the
translucence of the morning sun, wearing our
secrets like jewels to
dazzle the unwary into hallucinatory conceptions of a
comforting truth that will
distract them long enough for us to
become someone new.
Meanwhile, we're dancing into the
future, our movements heedless and unkind, the
inevitable toe to toe reactions to our current environmental
situation and to the pull of our
dear partner Fate.
Caught in the whirling and twirling of our
transformations, we shed our
past lives, discarding our
history of hurt
and disregarding the
pain that we cause because of the
pain that we hide.