WHO DEMO

What is your name Bird, that I can't mention
You heard me calling my plain intentions
I know you're hearing my words together
but they must break your faith so tender

You wear a collar and it's forbidden
I know you holler consumed and hidden

Light the incense, it doesn't have to make sense
I have seen you surrender your might
And even under there - He is everywhere
when you evoke that ancient rite

When you run quick, does it make your teeth click
do i still cross you mind
am I grating you insane on this fruitless road you hike

You used to praise me for counting hours
for you to abstain and then devour
wanted to press against this budding flower
our breath quickened, you flash your power

when you run quick does it make your teeth click
do I still cross your mind?
Am I grating you insane on this fruitless road you'll hike?

Light the incense - it doesn't have to make sense
when you mutter the ancient rite
Am I holding you too close in this wounded candlelight

Still I think of you when the swallows chatter gossip and pretend they're right
Still I think of you in the shadows - skin against the sheet at night

Just give a motion, a small devotion
Like the Holy Mother did
Am I holding you too close?
Wanna talk about Wounded Knee?

Bird Gift

I WAS YOURS SHOW

His Hem