| The man with the silver tongue
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| Is cutting off my silver tongue
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| He covers me in soft white clay
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| I kiss his skin with razorblades
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| I paint his face with cadmium
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| He feeds my blood with lithium
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| God made our world just yesterday
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| Our silver tongue inscribes his face
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| The deep red sea is falling back
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| He sews me wound to feed his lack
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| On crosses painted red and gold
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| His skin is fletched and futures told
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| My Jesus son, the rotting me
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| I cut your throat and lick your feet?
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| Our freedom’s like the slaughtered pig
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| He screams for love, we murder it
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| The spoon of honey on your tongue
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| I drained it from where his body hung
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| Shining white, red, and silver love
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| The man with the silver tongue
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| My Jesus self, the silver me
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| I cut your tongue and drink your heat
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| Singing «la lala lala la»
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| Singing «la lala lala la»
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| Singing «la lala lala la»
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| Singing «la lala lala la»
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| Singing «la» |