You wear your guilt like a quilt
oh to keep out the cold
though you're warm in the cold is your knowing
and your covered seem warm
but your bare shoulders are showing
Slip off your clavicle of electric light
on your white guilty skin
milk in the sun like your
eyes on the moon take
away from the flies that plague
your still shroud today
still shroud today
It's hot and I'm distracted
and I can't think straight
from the heats distortion and your crooked ways
For all the time that's passed
even a stone spined effigy
could not save what's dead in the grave
Tho the prayers prayed might stay in the stone safe
it's hot and I'm distracted
and I can't think straight
from the heats distortion and your crooked ways

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