I'm no poor storyteller
Just a poverish soothsayer
You can smack me into shape if you like
Or we could talk all night
If jesus was born in a race of age
Would a noose of thorns be more fitting
The fear swells
Creating an undulating lull
Mind body and soul
These odd knees are old
If jesus was born into a race of age
Would a noose of thorns be more fitting
If jesus was born with a similar rage
Would a noose of thorns be more fitting
On which day did god create
This awful violence that I see
On which day did god create
This awkward violence that i see