You sing like a lost fawn
Caught in the river bed, waiting for winters end
All we’re left with are the statued halls
Watching for unmasked men, praying to black crosses
Black crosses
I heard you in the riverbed
Singing to the lost fawns
New Gods, godspeak - Bring me to the well
Will you dream of a new rose
When you poison the garden
They only tell you what you thought you heard
Underneath a black cross
I heard the crash & caught the bottle bleeding out
As I ran out through the night
Into the now, forbidden stones
We are the frequency of dirt
Eternal bodies - immortal cylinders of faith
New Gods, godspeak - Bring me to the well
Where I first heard our new gods speak
There are no pints in this parler
Only vipers & and double speak
Venom rang like holy words
Freeing our arms to bend & break our hostages
There was blood under cover of grace
There was evidence
There was a new rose
There was a new rose guiding you
Cut off the cameras
Cut off the saints
Cut off the cameras
Cut to the graves
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