On Getting Close and Casting Out

The only way to kill paranoia is to embrace it

birds and leaves fill the trees
but only one will be staying the season

If God is always watching you might as well dance

promises and judgments bundled in the deal
and some will save
and some will scorn
and some will never
scab over

This world sold out long before we were born

baubles and trinkets and platinum facelifts
but I would gladly carry
both bags under these eyes
for what they have seen
for what they have shed
for what they have
wept out in blood
and fire

The only way to kiss paranoia is with the tongue