are you feeling sinister behind your hazel eyes
are you plotting out the storm as a catalyst before the rising tides
history books and religion won't teach you much about the stars
but with shoes up on his crucifix show you that when gods die, they die so hard
i was wading on the west branch fishing the au sable
watching ghosts floating by, like dead angels from the rubble
one asked me if i knew of a man in the sky
who hangs the stars for all to see as dusk descends to night
i said who sir, who am I to answer such a question
for my reaper came to greet me as i lied in my confessi...
