Blind, bold jesuit
Hung up the son of god
I hung him up too
In the corner on the wall
Walk 33 more steps to your final grounds
I'll take 22 more steps to relieve myself
I'll never love again
4 footprints in the sand
No no now 2 footprints in the sand
The only point don't ever need a side
It calmly rocks the cradle of my mind
Into infant sights and infant sounds
Blurs and tiny terrors are the now
Who sold out who in the end?
Mother and child play in the garden of eden
Forbidden fruit around the bend
I pick one and feed it to my friends.