"The Pantheist"
Try to look at your eyes
Mirrors can help you
Become an object
In this space
Action is directed
At you
So fake your death
before the horsemen come
And ruin your breath
Radiating the names of saints
And poking holes in your firmament
We dance until we die
Saint vitus laughs
And still we dance
While statues bleed
From their eyes
And remind you
Of the lies you tell yourself
To keep yourself alive
I want to shit on God
That's why I'm a pantheist
GOD IS EVERYWHERE
Everything
And he speaks to you
In happenstance
Your experiences are words
in the mouth of God
Moonshine guides your eyes
To mine and now you're drunk
On how fucked up I am
To think these thoughts
And still believe that I am free
Eating fairies trapped in rectangles
An angel smiles
Exceptions now prove rules
Make mirrors of lies
That can turn themselves into men
Of great and terrible renown
Listen with your heartbeat
You are the child of a dark god’s fiction
That dark god is within you
Striving to break free of its physics
We can only lie our way to grace
The way angels want to be like their father
Musicians and not instruments
