Save the Hawk!

My friends lost faith and, abandoned me

They had higher calling, and fake noses and tables scattered on purpose

I woke up in the rain a gloated coyote on my back

But now after months of white rooms and ties and handshakes and cleanliness they assure me I can speak of everything in this new cage

I made my rage, rage

In a hard black coat of a hoax a hangman's rope woefully provoked straight chokes and tied ropes

Its never ending, in the moneyed heart of a man, lower can attack

Busted and willfully planned

And jack toys stay properly, movement in the GPA plane in the world

Crusted to the herd of man bird, to top the pearl of neon glow (Oh)

Pixelated by dated monks, political drones phones and cones

And memory stones collected by Jim Jones

He grew up yella'

I grew up crusted musted and well

With some water in my hair and a song in my shell-sea'd heart

Starting to crush my own eardrum

But to the memory hum of the slum drummed scum

Of what I thought was right, but what was skewed in the night

Of the kite, [?]

Cease to make the home dignity throne, and a jacket full of bones

And ancient puzzle

Damn cardboard muscle shoved in gods love of angelus

Dig it? (Dig it? Dig it? Dig it?)

Dig it? (Dig it?)

Dig it? (Dig it?)

Sin my love?

Sin my love?

Sin my love?

Sin my love?

Sitting by the shriveled cowboy corpse

Moving to the time of them

Sirens outside in the rhythm broken stridden them

Tangled and bleeding was, the plastic in the sun and the

Eyes of the child, who ran away just to find that the

Church was a ruin, with the man dressed in black who was

Sweating, just hearing the sounds of his children

Gargling, burping like prophets in prison

And the pastor moaned and groaned as he

Twitched and be-walked, while perverts collected by the windows to watch

And they knew I had taken their picture away to my attic

Where the children would be fed different ways

And they known back there, black skies, guys and trench coats outside my home surrounding and shouting

Cause, we want the kids, and the kids and the kids are shouting

Free on myself and try to barter no way man dig this, dig this faster

Shine everybody, children and the trench coats are closing in

Running faster, pastors and [?] cookies, diamonds, past the [?] house, moans

Faster towards the forest, I slip up and there closing faster

There goes the pastor

Slip and they're there bartering souls, [?] through my braids in the river

I'm floating in wine, [?]

Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy all right me

(And as I sit by the shriveled cowboy corpse, moving to the time of them

Sirens outside in the rhythm broken stridden them, tangled and bleeding was, the plastic in the sun and the

Eyes of the child, who ran away just to find that the

Church was a ruin, with the man dressed in black who was

Sweating, just hearing the sounds of his children

Gargling, burping like prophets in prison

And the pastor moaned and groaned as he-

Eyes of the child, who ran away just to find that the...)