desert soul

singing in metaphor
the ever-revolving door of don't touch
don't love too much it hurts
it bristles with fear
intensity in g flat
and cruel falsetto

there is no honesty in people
they get close enough to grope,
grab and grapple for your heart

then turn the heat up on me
encircle me like a circus freak
when the spirits are screaming
and I'm taking in more than any mortal can handle

I can see into you all and you know it
without ever seeing your faces
your intentions are clear

all I ever wanted was some room
your problems with your core demons
are not my problem

they know my intentions are pure
while yours are born of hate
seekers of God's wrath will receive it in full measure

Chance and fate have nothing to do with it
your choices and actions were yours
the wicked fruit you bear
you will bear it alone

the black shadows hunting you
don't worry me
it's your twisted desert you created out of your soul
you will wither and never die there