Mayfly Lyrics

What am I to create with my dead time?

Progressive sober caricature, surely

The shape of sin

Easy escape route

Creative thief

My nails chip as I scratch at your obsidian

Tomorrow was another day

Chemical death of my imagination

I can feel you dragged out for years to come

Hallucinated truth

The bird and its perch

If God is good,

God could be better

Befriending the flies

That kept me company and comfort

Through this monastic silence

Twenty-four hour life spans

And I can't help but weep for their husks

I want so badly to love your Jesus Christ

The slingshot orgasm that shock rockets

Through the blacked-out night

Waking up vulnerable

And wanting to give my whole body to something else

Chemical death of my imagination

I can feel you dragged out for years to come

Hallucinated truth

The worm and its dirt

Never not nothing

No!