This body is a hole
This body is a hole
In the basement floor
Of a burnt-out prayer house
At the edge of all we know
This body is a hole
This body is a hole
This body isn't whole
I saw you
On an unmarked road
With your arms splayed out
Like you were walking a tightrope
I saw you
Like you were nailed to your cross
Raving, mad, in the hills of the skull
I saw you on that unmarked road
In burning haze
Of brittle weeds and window panes
You couldn't hear me call your name
You were In your garden
Racked with pain
And I wept to see you suffering
But I can't ease your suffering
When you build these monuments to pain
I can't sound your savior's name
Through these monuments to pain
And I saw you on that unmarked road
Treading a path I couldn't follow
And in your hollow martyrdom
I watched you slip away
Under cover of rain
Like a call
From beneath the waves
A chain link noose
On judgement day
Another useless barrier
To your pain
A chain link noose
On judgement day
