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.
