because you sit
in the truth and
wonder if you've
been lying to your
-self all your red
-light life.

So I want to hear why,
The devil is a bad guy,
Doesn't he punish evil-doers?
But I don't want to hear
That he's the good guy.
He's an Ordinary guy,
A guy with bad and, well,
Good qualities

Defined by image is a man
With red hands
Also defined by image is a man
With invisible yet almighty hands

Defined by truth is an Ordinary guy

Let me try to explain these things.
I slide a need and thread
through my wings.
Over and over.

All the dirt I've bled
stains your shirt.
All the words I've said
over and over

echo off the walls
never quite heard.
Meaning trips and falls
over and over.

I keep repeating
I keep grabbing at something fleeting.

Please shut the door
but open a window.
What could I have done more?

This gun,
I taste it heavy on my palm,
if I knew where to pull it
I might
Some fight
this turned out to be.

Tell me, do you see?
Are you afraid?
What keeps you from running?
A worthlessness, cunning?

I'm wrapped in a saw blade
It seems to be one you made
that time you looked me in the eye
and believed my lie.

The sky is red
The Earth is flat
Life is eternal
I am over you

Why am I alive,
What is my life's purpose,
I want to know but that would ruin the enticement of my own secrecy.