Calmly, she sat with her back pressed against the door
The day you came knocking
You chose so foolishly thought that you could poke the bear
But this time you find out
Why should I refuse this murder of crows?
'Cause they've never seen
20 beasts through the blinds
Tainted dreams from 22 parallel lines
God is moving gently, should we put blood on the door?
The cards say no
Wheel within a wheel, crush my figurines, empty carousels
Yeah, we'd all get crushed
Down, down till we become dust
Was it you that locked me in this great beyond now?
Vociferous hearts that mark the space where dead horses reign
How many allies?

Now hold on

I can see you walking in and out of your own cremation
Measure twice and cut once
Too many voices offer passage to her in the rain
Your pain is colored x-ray peeking through cumulus scripture
Go rid yourself of machinations
Blooming in the fields of the Lord
Till we all come crashing down