Coalesce the common good. I’m not the false witness. Call yourself the coroner. I don’t need to
justify my love. I’m just a sojourner fed by the love of others. Hanging low with heavy fruit.
Shouldn’t have to justify my light. Long way from below. I can see you’re bleeding light, and you’re
just like one of us. So you can grind my bones into magic dust. Take a pound of flesh if it’s not enough.
Cover streets with palms for the coming king. It’s not the trap you’ve set that has captured me. I hear the people song with their voices nigh, no more the carrion on which the vultures alight. Cover streets with palms for the coming king. It’s not the trap you’ve set that has captured me.