in people without religion in steeples crowded with pigeons in visions of evil through the key hole out of the prison without a decision fishing in a father that listens in a tower around a collar in obamas position for the power dollars division and the honor its given in a martyr in women in shawn carter in all children shrouded in turin burning in shrubs learning to love rounding a turban on the curb in the club with a bourbon and drunk in sermons in a permanent slump determined to flunk as a vermin making earnings from trunks serving the junks cus i need him most bleeding on the cement in a sea of demons beaming being treated with a chemo dose seated with a vino within a scene of latinos he was seen hosting a feast in his medieval clothes cleaning all our feet with soap speaking to ghosts leading a pope beaten and broke even on a piece of toast and he the most eaten with the least in a fetus in a golden fleece meeting with the chief with elitists in a genius when that athlete was defeated in the math in an atom blast every time my team wins to hide a lie and to achieve spins for me to be idolized on a drive for my own reasons because they tell me its a lesson in our rebirth because in hell our breath burns and our knees hurt because we know he knelt with lepers and freed serfs because it helps sell records and t shirts books hats stickers sweaters and knee skirts and in good bad and indifferent weather i see works in the hood tatted with little help from the priest circuit in the woods mad at belief and a tree serpent and where the church is and the worst is these surface statements leadem to a basement where they hurt kids sure did burning the earth cursed learning to surf first with a thirst and this myrrh he was bursting from a nova surfacing from a coma said the person who rolled up cursing his melanoma when i was worthy to no one and now im worthy to know him with iron sharpening iron with fire lions and sultans admired tired with liars with friars choirs exalting and now im revolting as a squire high in the vaulted ceilings in kneeling bent in a tent begging for healing wheeling and dealing begging for rent ain t that appealing at leasts thats what he said before his hands started feeling so the yeast ain t in my bread to recall the land i am free from and he is just one and hes all three calling me to give some love to teens with palsy as seen on tv we sing till all free as seen with three kings so bring some offerings think is it a cult of personality a cultural excursion multiverse a formality the bulk of all our worth a sullied earth an abnormality a skull for every version a person who passes casually calloused at birth an alice in search of causality plausible audible now are all called applaudable shouting like roland orzabal will all fall like quarters in ears if you doubting the magician is here listen if you can hear to the heart of it all to the subtle consciousness that has started it all to the chart on the wall even to the art of the fall reaching to the bark was the arch of it all reaching to the bark was the arch of it all reaching to the bark was the arch of it all reaching to the bark was the arch of it all2