Six Day Creation
1990-09-22
Nothing left to believe in but my worn gym shoes
Take me anywhere – god's country
But I can't believe in god anymore,
my gym shoes are worn and dirty my feet are tired
I want to settle down but God won't let me.
Your body is warm, but it's tired,
Like the sun burn for a billion years.
I can't touch it It's too far away God won't let me,
but I can look I can watch that's my subversion
F__k all Gods I can't touch you, but you are flesh he's a myth
F__ck all Gods you are warm but you are tired
Your body's warm but dry, your skin like the sand I can only imagine,
your meat like flesh like God, but I can't believe
F__k faith you are warm and dry, smell like sand and, never sweet are God's men
But you must taste like I can't imagine God
You must taste like six-day creation, I can't believe!
My sneakers are tired and wornand you are warm and dry.