Demonweed
Hell we are, out on the highway
Salt and sin, essential to miracles we avoid
Saving you from the sunshine, that has it to say...

Shadow shadow, another separate irony
For the tongue of us, a hallowed guard
Set to clarity in a scope, to defer to righteous agony
Of a battled hour, with sour punch, comes the sweet ward?

Speak of the devil, ready to have another sense
Of liberty in a careful world, and the tooth of commotion
Still ready for the mirror, to tell a tale that with suspense
Is a road **** waiting to happen, the truth in a bothered devotion?

To time with a tale, that has begun before we even care
Staring at the fallen, the gaiety of alien, shares
So identified by clashes with hindrance, an evil liar...
With no eyes for seclusion, seldom in spells of where?

Spare condition, and a meted cotton panel to adjust
The route to tomorrow with Satan's looking glass, a hassle
Come to life in our hopes and dreams, to know a curiosity of us
Was a bitter harvest of money and its eye sore, worth a contrite soul?

Demonweed
Happy little cry, about a patience beyond the wheel and out
Who is a contrary force to be reckoned with?, and who saw the deed...
Of composure seeing the coming, of a new half, of when audacity's pout