Weapon of God

Dead black meadows, Crimson waves, These broken nightmares on your plate; Believe me, I am a weapon of god too. Crumbled bones inside a sock, The ticking of a busted watch. The storm is a thunderous, dark applause, And my love is locked in a pitbull's jaws. Believe me, I am a weapon of god too. Bridges burn and children scream – their faith is shaken so easily. But not mine. I'm made of concrete beams, you'll see. Believe me, I am a weapon of god too. Dead black meadows, Crimson waves, These broken nightmares on your plate; Believe me, I am a weapon of god too. Cats are screaming out in back; They've all been stuffed into gunny sacks. The Johnson boy started selling crack. This neighborhood has gone to shit. But believe me, I am a weapon of god too.