lord, i have lived in rites that don’t fit your heart, i think of the numbers i counted the pressure to fit in, to correspond to what they thought, i heard my name morphed into a thousand different forms, and oh i would be affirmed if only i would minimize myself, turn a blind eye but they didn’t know, they didn’t know, they thought they called a puppet someone who they could stuff for full pews and multiply for a favor with winks and scares but they didn’t know, they were calling a prophet, the cloud the size of a man’s hand, so small, so quiet, shouting inside, using that voice to lance himself, but oh so deep, the wounds only bleed you, led through the grates and sewers to the one who they found most fragrant and i followed my feet and knees smeared with unthinkable things, there odorus, unthinking, repugnant, and willing i collapse again and again on that cage they put you in, the locks jangled, shaking the dark, but so strong, unflinching, and it took seasons, even sleepless nights, until i saw the way through, and felt you too, leaning against the bars, leaning toward me, leaning in, and found in your face the bravery to grasp the lock and, yeah (oh yeah) that old key i’d forgotten, i held it, though all their names called it a category, it was just me, and then, with a click, it unlocked you, and i couldn’t believe the wings, the firey eyes, the rage, the fury, the light, the purity, oh it was heaven, it was heaven, i didn’t know, i didn’t know, it’s all i wanted, oh down so deep, down there, all you wanted, all you know, all i wanted all along, all you wanted, that one old, forgotten key…oh look now, look now, fresh beats, full blood, full flight, and ah, bright beautiful wings.
at your right hand...
at your right hand...
at your right hand...
lord, i have lived in rites that don’t fit your heart, i think of the numbers i counted the pressure to fit in, to correspond to what they thought, i heard my name morphed into a thousand different forms, and oh i would be affirmed if only i would minimize myself, turn a blind eye but they didn’t know, they didn’t know, they thought they called a puppet someone who they could stuff for full pews and multiply for a favor with winks and scares but they didn’t know, they were calling a prophet, the cloud the size of a man’s hand, so small, so quiet, shouting inside, using that voice to lance himself, but oh so deep, the wounds only bleed you, led through the grates and sewers to the one who they found most fragrant and i followed my feet and knees smeared with unthinkable things, there odorus, unthinking, repugnant, and willing i collapse again and again on that cage they put you in, the locks jangled, shaking the dark, but so strong, unflinching, and it took seasons, even sleepless nights, until i saw the way through, and felt you too, leaning against the bars, leaning toward me, leaning in, and found in your face the bravery to grasp the lock and, yeah (oh yeah) that old key i’d forgotten, i held it, though all their names called it a category, it was just me, and then, with a click, it unlocked you, and i couldn’t believe the wings, the firey eyes, the rage, the fury, the light, the purity, oh it was heaven, it was heaven, i didn’t know, i didn’t know, it’s all i wanted, oh down so deep, down there, all you wanted, all you know, all i wanted all along, all you wanted, that one old, forgotten key…oh look now, look now, fresh beats, full blood, full flight, and ah, bright beautiful wings.