When the crucifix
Tightens it grip
Around the skeletons
Of your skeletons
And won't loosen
I'm lost for reason
Its never black and white
What is it like
To be on one side?
What is like
To fake peace of mind?
Draw me the line
Where your smile used to be
And where your lips used to bend
Oh so freely
There's that ancient river
You've filed in with concrete
And me drinking holy water
From that forgotten stream
So when the crucifix
Tightens its grip
Around the skeletons
Of your skeletons
How I wish
They are beyond recognition
Like a ghost with no coast to haunt
And those shadows
Are just overshadowing
A safer place for mourning
And endless mornings
Draw me the line
Where the sun used to be
And where the light used to bend
On the land of the free
But our obsession
With these petty lies
Turned the days into nights
Maybe God civilized us to know why
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