The Man With The Silver Tongue

The man with the silver tongue
Is cutting off my silver tongue
He covers me in soft white clay
I kiss his skin with razorblades
I paint his face with cadmium
He feeds my blood with lithium
God made our world just yesterday
Our silver tongue inscribes his face
The deep red sea is falling back
He sews me wound to feed his lack
On crosses painted red and gold
His skin is fletched and futures told
My Jesus son, the rotting me
I cut your throat and lick your feet?
Our freedom’s like the slaughtered pig
He screams for love, we murder it
The spoon of honey on your tongue
I drained it from where his body hung
Shining white, red, and silver love
The man with the silver tongue
My Jesus self, the silver me
I cut your tongue and drink your heat
Singing «la lala lala la»
Singing «la lala lala la»
Singing «la lala lala la»
Singing «la lala lala la»
Singing «la»