Kiss the Prophets

We laid in the garden Under a thousand suns Dark like the evening shadows We fucked under mothless skies Our lead-filled bodies in the mud Contorted like the vines inside our veins We sung until the blackest star lit up And danced on the corpse of our own love In deep waves of thought Our minds became numb To the sparkling and twisted night sky Honing the nails meant for our hands If we rose like gods From our tombs of clay Would we silence the waking dawn And preach our blood stained faith? In deep waves of thought Our minds became numb To the sparkling and twisted night sky Honing the nails meant for our hands