part1

1.1

we grew up on the pitch dark streets with nothing

grandma telling us we should be something

so we dont look like them

broken and beaten by their husbands they seem

so young and just like we could be

but as the world comes rising up i see

that we are dying like the fallen tree.

mum would braid my hair and sing

in a language i wish i believed in

she was like a foreigner in my bedroom

as i wash her hair, i let God loom

over us.

less like an angel

more like jesus lays above the ground where she'll one day sleep

1.2

we wanted all these 

living in our small town

church every sunday

but it dont feel like jesus even knows we're here

he'd pass through us like the mouse in ur bedroom

harmless and oh 

he'd brush ur hair from ur eyes say darling its bleeding

but im not stopping by

jesus was like ur dad in the army

who we all saw framed

surrounded by the flowers of ur garden

in the pouring rain

jesus he cried

and cried

and cried

seeing a soldier fall

and still oh why oh why oh why

is he not here at all

1.3

church bells were ringing like...like nothing we really are

jesus wont walk this long dirt road...or the halls with cracks that seep our blood.

we've grown up with nothing but the same smile...same eyes...and same direction...mama tells me im special when i got no intentions

and we bond through the cries of god as he soaks my panties...and we gotta run home cuz our trains been cancelled...another body on the rails and im running alone...did they trip and fall or are they finally home?

1.4

ice cold mornings

mama saying its my fault for it

screaming that we dont do anything for her

while crying on her knees 'cause shes just like her daughter

veins from her hands and

thick dark blood on her teeth

said im just like a man

and i will always be

1.5

mama covered this home in crosses

saying he'll never show his face

and the power of jesus christ can always erase

spread closure

the ignorance hides in ur soul

i said mama he's coming

i dont have a cross to hold

hes naked

and running

toward me singing that faith hinders our strength

mama wouldnt agree

shes told me again and again

flowing through the room with her hands in her hair

cold thighs that are bruised and eyes that just stare