We put up big White Walls, Neon Lights induce a Heart attack
Our Demons Burn; Royals Unconditionally Young & Beautiful
We see only Blurred Lines: even if we Say Something, We Can't Stop

In limbs outstretched like grandiose wisefolk, the eve's magnolian
Flame-feathered finch saw naught, went unseen: crown of tree, bead of red
Kindled prayers granted ageless passage to embrace the sun and kiss the sky

Gasping stars awaken in the break of night, ordained to defend
Gaping at the grasp of man, potent muscles tuned with starlit sky!
She gasps awake in the break of being, ordained to pretend

What's my Problem, Doc? It's that simple-glaze sugary madness
That gingerbread, paired with lysol and lipstick: paired with street and box
Those perfect, angular crumbs that file my highbrow into conformity

Emmanuel the umbrous lion crawls
‘Twixt filth and brush and charring inky skies
Rippling like the sea of men, with all
Brute and fire the vassal of the mind
The temptress of the shadow often bids
Embrace so cold scars shan’t just be repressed
But senses drawn in vials out from skin
So skin can drop its vie and fall to rest
But not his pelt is that he lets decay
In temptress dance and corner-forfeit songs
So let no muscle ever stop in sway
Gracing woven thorns a thought of moral wrongs
So long shall eyes be shut and bones be chewed
He’ll smear my name with blood he won for you

Sometimes I think my childhood went to fast
But frak-lookin’ back that castle was glass
Lasts longer than the beams to break the ceiling’s fall
With my puns I’m probably driving Carter Rhodes up a wall
I diggin’ in the dirt for those three words, words, words
My angry arrow’s at the birds, birds, birds
But like, Thelma and Louise could’ve given me their keys
‘Cuz they always hashtag swerve, swerve, swerve

This is me being personal
I don’t like to do it, but it’s
Best that I do it ‘cuz it
Saves the fuss of a
Sloppy, sole seat in
A sterile room
Where she gives me tissues for a twenty

Call me Mx. ‘cuz I missed the Mr.
Kyrie crown me the king of the sisters
You knock one down I’ll get up, defend her
And mix you up in my gender blender
Just like I'm out on a *******
To numb the pain from this Jen or Ben curse
And I’ve played chicken with the blurry ground
And I’ve breathed heavy as I looked around
My feet kissed the air and my arms were spread wide
Hoping against Hope that Jeckyll would beat Hide
It’s been a while since the last time and all
So if I jump-either way the other shoe’s gonna fall.

This is me being personal
I don’t like to do it, but it’s
Best that I do it ‘cuz it
Saves the fuss of a
Sloppy, sole seat in
A sterile room
Where she gives me tissues for a twenty

Ange de lumière, je serais ravi de suivre
En vertu de la mèche et à travers la bougie
Dites-moi comment vous faites un ruisseau
De la pensée et de l'amour comme un rêve de fuite

La ruisseau par lequel je me guide les pas
Une lumière par laquelle je remplirai ma tasse
“C’est le sang des ténèbres” je chuchote, puis le bois, donc
Plus profonde est la lumière je ramasse