Snakes and Martyrs

everyone makes the same wave

at the same time

(like pebbles on water)

and we call all those interrupting lines

(sons and daughters)

a community

so lets join hands in song

blessed unity

but brother, i don't wanna know you

i don't even wanna know you

and sister, i don't wanna know you

i don't even wanna know you

but we're trapped

in this lovely mess

i hold you close and smile

fake, like they do way out west

so many medicines

for so many heads

and i'd help you clean the skeletons

from under your bed but

i don't even know you

how could it be me that sends you?

darling, didn't your mama

tell you not to let no stranger bend you?

probably someone here that could

help to mend you

but it's not me

got my own anxiety

sadness isn't any way to explain

you'll probably crash heads throughout

(i know you're crying tonight,)

the force of this place

(no end in sight)

it's as simple as the way

you wear your untied shoes(?)

and your righteous brades (????)

but all i know is your blues

ain't like my blues

and why would they be?

if there's one commonality

it's that that feeling is mutual

given time, you'll see

you'll see