I woke up in gasoline
Slightly apart at the seams
Summer flies dark and curious
Exoskeletons and subcutaneous
Cries and moans God is alone
Where the road ends but goes on
Hauling a Cadillac up on the cross
Crying at the labor laughing at the loss
Martin Luther King as a sparrow lands
He picks up the children by the hand
Disappearing into the cascading waterfall
His wings are as wide as they are tall
Chorus:
The fauna of 1999 keeps moving through my dreams
The cadavers of leaves crushing under my teeth
The lacy moths and butterflies keep me coming back
- Chris Mansel
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