Sleeping Giant

“Mountains rose out of the plains we walk on”

I wrote one night in a letter to Joan

Time’s hands graze ancient

Suspicions together

Moons crash to Earth

Folding sand into stone

God was the common Him we prayed to

I could hear her in sweetness, I could hear her in you

Uncommon melodies inside an altar of worship

In the humility of numbers

In a nurture of truth

Joan was one of the giants I knew

If she got mad, I could be too

Madness is as madness get lonesome

Where Joan led

I’d follow too

Madness is as madness get wholesome

Where Joan danced

I’d always prance too

“Madness that tires over the plans we build on”

I wrote one night in a letter to Rush

From a haggard casino patterned aft’

The story of God

Built by men once so royal

So hazard, so flush

God was the common myth we lurked to

I could hear Her in mercy, I could hear her in you

To have mercy in ways we could hardly agree to

Well, that’d be too good to be true

But just right for you

Rush was one of the giants I knew

If he got sad, I’d get sad too

Sadness is as sadness get lonesome

Where Rush hoped

I’d hope too

Sadness is as sadness get wholesome

Where Rush hoped

I’d come home too

A land of infidels everywhere

But there were my giants

They’re my stones true

A land of infidels everywhere

But so many giants

So many stones true

If the world’s really ending

What have you done?

What have you done?

If the world’s really ending

What have you done?

Ya dum dum

Have you ever seen a single cell die

Seen it twitch, seen it look

Afraid to move?

I did, in a video once

Animals prey to live, pray to hold it together

Have you ever seen an atheist pray?

I grew

From an animal once

Love carries me

It’s the only fire of a self I knew

Love marries me

My narcissism was how my self-care grew

Love carries me

Love is the only fire of a self I grow

Love buries me

My love is the only fire of a self I know

[Instrumental break]

“Clarice, what could she hear; why her thoughts fire?”

I wrote one night in a letter to God

“First mover in me, who’s been pulling the strings?

What moves us to evil?

What moves us to talk?”

Sweetness is the common hymn we pray to

Pray enough sugar; to feel like we’re God

Turn our plains into mountains, turn our plans into thots

Damn right I’m elitist

For what have you wrought?

Elitism was one of the giants I prayed to

If it said I was bad, I’d believe I been bad too

Boldness is as boldness is obvious

Where elitism roamed

I’d always roam too

Badness is as boldness oblivious

Where elitism groaned

I’d always groan too

Badness is as badness gets tiresome

Where elitism moans

Yo humanity, listen

I hate these fucks true

But what can you do?

As animals on Earth

As animals on Earth

What can you do really?

But what can we do?

As animals on Earth

As animals on Earth

What can we do really?

I come alive, alive

God is the ground we walk on

God is the Earth, She’s in our free will too

I don’t know why we can’t get it all perfect

I know I been tryin’

I wanna know you

I know I been tryin’

I wanna know you

God is the Earth we walk on

Her recognition is Our Century’s sleeping giant

I know I been tryin’

I wanna know you

Oh, I know I been tryin’

I don’t even wanna know you

Oh

I come alive, alive

I come alive, alive

The Second Coming of Jesus Christ

Who knew?