Paroles de Ignatius
There is ashtray at the corner of Highland and NorthDiscarded remnants
Maybe this is all the filters are for
Took flight from the fingers of jaded drivers
And sailed out their doors
Perhaps I can bag them and sell them back to convenience stores
Just wrap us up in your arms
Let all this world die though we live
We'll synchronize our alarms
So everything is cohesive
There is a creature sneaking a peak at my garbage at night
He pushes over all of the barrels to see what's inside
Perhaps one day I'll catch him in the act and he will be surprised
He'll ask me to retreat back into my house and bid him goodnight
Steeples are raised very high
Little white lines slicing blue air
They symbolize love crucified
Reminds me of all that
He chose to bear
There is a tailor in my town who I sometimes see
I ask him to help me, nothing fits right
What does this mean? I am the wheat of my Lord
I will be ground by the teeth of beasts
Made into flour or more
Baked into bread for my love to eat
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