Psalm

Oh, hair of dread, the time is here
 Thirty-three, the sheep draw near
 With eyes so keen they cannot hear
 All the lies that buy their ears
 Oh, horse pants, tobacco chest
 Oh, sex ghost, oh, nape of neck
 The tears are crashing on her breast
 The burning bed is out again
 If it's sad, you know it's true
 God is glad on bluer moons
 When your room is all you do
 It comes to you
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 Oh, my rank ink instrument
 Row my boat towards abstinence
 With thoughts as long as cigarettes
 Snowed in lips and cross protect
 Oh, that birdlike appetite
 Do passive fasts make us contrite?
 On silken highways of the night
 The spiders crawl my candlelight
 Where the sun shines in space
 God is dumb, God is great
 But does he love us all the same?
 Are we okay?
 And I cried out your name
 Because I loved the sound it made
 And because I couldn't wait to see your face
 And nothing ever was the same
 And the stars say, look into my eyes
 But I can't change if it's only in my mind
 And I love you but I don't have the right
 And I wanted you so bad tonight