do we help less when they're helpless
do we care more when they're careless
do we dream of a young death drowning in sorrow
with nothing but a hung breath, eyes on tomorrow
living on the wealth that we borrow
good health covering our guilt, going in stealth
as we bury the knife to the hilt in the back of the life
that we built like a stack of cards
breaking the glass into shards
making a mass for the sinners
who filed into church cause they thought they were winners
and now in the lurch all their certainty brought them no dinners

let their hearts be full
let em pull up the wool from their eyes
and the vision of all that they used to despise
be a fateful collision that smashes their lies
it's a new way for a new day
not the blue gray boredom of what came before them
not a bright white light that obliterates scripture
but a desk lamp transliterating
like a mixture of old news and cold brews
or a bride who's waiting with cold shoes
for her cold feet, bitter but so sweet
and a heart that's warm with no beat

i checked my mirrors twice, the gates were open wide
and so i rolled the dice and and let my spirit glide
and through my sacrifice my soul was sanctified

elementary particles came to me
in a box that was shipped telepathically
they were hard to see but my time was free
i began my insane lepidoptery
putting pins in the wings of angels
til i started to see all the angles, veins, colors, eyes
textures, bloodshot stained glass windows
on the church of latter day pain
heart racing, mind chasing the promise of new scripture
engraved on new plates, hidden on a new hill
waiting for the day when a new revelation can be written
in a new book, to be transferred through new eyes
into new minds, unburdened by the fruit of the tree
or the lock and the beautiful key
knowing only the open heart
the open mind
the open sea

i checked my mirrors twice, the gates were open wide
and so i rolled the dice and and let my spirit glide
and through my sacrifice my soul was sanctified