Glass And The Children Of God
MACHINA/the machines of god
to the center of the earth
or anywhere God decides
full of fever pulling forth
we hear our call as all
to the center of the earth
as if written in
DNA is reaching out
to your frequency
I want to live
don't want to die
I want to live
I want to try
all in prayer
prayer in all
all are scared
scared of all
black rooms are calling
to men in leather coats
white labs are cooking
up the silver ghost
the glass migrates under
a translucent skin
and all the spiders wonder
what we've got us in
all is you
you are all
all with you
you in all
I want to live
I don't want to die
I want to live
I want to try
so, it's all very obtuse
because it's like all like
like, I don't know
so, like, I started thinking
that everything I operate on
is based upon what I believe God was telling me to do
God could be my intuition or whatever
but I always assume
I always assume that the voice I hear
is the voice of God
then I started thinking
what if I'm insane?
so I'm operating on the premise
that I'm hearing the voice of God
and what I perceive God to be speaking
(uh huh-)
to me
or through me
but maybe I'm completely in-
so all my-
d-demagoguery in my life
about me thinking that my life has importance
my, my-
me thinking that my life has importance
my, my, my thought of it
and the fact that I believe
that I'm following my intuition
which in and of itself may be completely false
so then I started freaking out thinking-
of itself may be completely false
then you have this totally insane creature
that believes that he's acting upon heavenly intuition
but meanwhile he's totally rampant
and I started thinking maybe this is the cause
of all the negativity against-
and I started thinking maybe this is the cause
of all the negativity against-
and I started thinking maybe this is the cause
of all the...
so beats the final coda
of a vinyl storm
one more cherry cola
to lift up her dead arms
a dream of soft focus sunsets
filters through the din
we are losing contact
as she dials it in
she can hear glass calling
or is it someone that looks like him?
she eyes t.v. reflection
and nods a knowing look
she says it doesn't matter
she never liked her looks
I have seen a thousand fractures
I have seen everything
cause knowing is its own answer
love something in a book
there's not much left to ponder
not much left to cook
as she counted the spiders
as they crawled up inside her
as she counted the spiders
as they crawled up inside her
as she counted the spiders
as they crawled up inside her
as she counted the spiders
as they crawled up inside her
as she counted the spiders
as they crawled up inside her
as she counted the spiders
oh
