Dancing with missing appendages

Curse you,
and your mystic melodies.
Can't you hear, what I've tellin you.

Your lies turn mutts into pedigrees.
Curse the gifts,
I have been giving you.

Chew the vain,
I'm sellin you.
Scream the verb, I'm a being to.

A muffled yell apology,
it's too late, it's me that's killin you.
Victim of my own morality,
listen to what I'm feeding you.

Change your image to the virgin Mary.
Maybe then, We'll pretend to listen to you.







-Mason Allison