Praying Alone
If I pray alone, God gets bored the same
But this way, I believe, He listens to me better
It seems that in heaven they don't behave well
They get dirty with their ugliest glow
And there's that faithful serpent
The one that never lies to you
(The one that went coiling around the dagger)
Whispers softly
Guarding the lies it hung
From that apple tree in the cruelest Eden
With its skin
I don't feel like praying for myself anymore!
They are the final harvests of a reaper
Who no longer looks at the sky
With a listless air if smoke rings blow when praying
From his mud
If I pray alone, God gets bored the same
But this way, I believe, He listens to me better
Who no longer looks at the sky
With a listless air
If smoke rings blow when praying
From his mud
In God's truth there was a lack of clarity
Like in the dreams of the ugly
Caliban that I am
My lusts are no longer witty
(From an old poster I see myself screaming)
And there's that faithful serpent
The one that never lies to you
(The one that went coiling around the dagger)
Prays and bores
