Dead black meadows, crimson waves, these broken nightmares on Your plate; believe me, i am a weapon of god too. crumbled Bones inside a sock, the ticking of a busted watch. the Storm is a thunderous, dark applause, and my love is locked In a pitbull's jaws. believe me, i am a weapon of god too. Bridges burn and children scream – their faith is shaken so Easily. but not mine. i'm made of concrete beams, you'll See. believe me, i am a weapon of god too. cats are Screaming out in back; they've all been stuffed into gunny Sacks. the johnson boy started selling crank. this Neighborhood has gone to shit. but believe me, i am a weapon Of god too.
