The goodness in mankind's my savior/ For what Jesus was a metaphor/ Religion looks like a Frankenstein/ Leaving truths dead by the shore/ Like little girls, you put on a dress/ "See how pretty is this mess?"/ Like little boys with mud as shirt/ "See how wicked is this dirt!"/ Stay pretty, stay clean, stay close to God/ Drop down on knee and ten-hut!/ Staying apart is the ultimate fraud/ Drop fantasy. Please stand up/ Stay pretty dirty and stay being Godly/ Try to realize that reality's ugly/ And ugly is not a lack of beauty/ Just a lack of fantasy, do you see?/ Beauty comes from you, like a spring/ Not unto you, like television singing/ The goodness in mankind is my savior/ Like Jesus, I know when the cock crows/ That you have betrayed me for favor/ Of comfort, lies, fantasy and pride/ For the television singing to you/ Your soul will be syndicated/ Your feelings in reruns/ God doesn't own a TV; she owns true vision/ Now I wonder, "I'm who?"

Toothaches and headaches; much better than heartaches/ Earthquakes and hellfire; worse to be alone/ Alone in love. Alone in life. A lone wolf/ Still it seems better than the life of a stone/ And you don't miss walking till you break a bone/ Know how to be alone? You know how to love/ If you fight the bottom, you fight the above

She seems so content with the world as is/ I dream she is haunted like everyone is/ Has the same fears as I; of rejection/ Cries tears like I; bold lack of protection/ We both have two arms but I have the fear/ From seeing my heart between my two ears/ I'm scared. Around her, I see secret dreams/ I'm scared. I see what my small life could mean/ I'm scared. I see her too far above me/ Like a God she drops her pity; lovely/ She's beyond me and and she's beyond the world/ She's beyond the oyster, beyond the pearl/ It fuels my belief that we also are/ From God and from Nature, not all that far

(is it just me or do I rhyme WAY to much? hahahahaha)

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