shadows of the son
i walked through the hottest parts of hell
and came back in a shell
break it open things aren't well
please do tell
i dont remember the last time i fell
to my knees and yelled
come for me father
your sons Abel Adam and Cane
angels wings are stained
with the blood of shame
we ride through the valley in a Cadillac
with the fallen one in the back
arms covered in tracks
skin bruised and cracked
truck filled with children no where to run
i dont think theyre having any fun
Eve walks down Babylon with a shotgun
Jesus was your favorite one
we came before but never dubbed a son
i can never surrender
i cant ever sleep
Christ lead me like a sheep
so i too can be weak
Crucified and come back in a week
this is catholicism cynicism
a lack of wisdom
--Z.Silas Herrera
"and i dont think you ever knew me
but where do you find beauty
with me or with the drugs
and how quickly do you believe in love" loved this.
i find it strange that it's so much easier to write when live is manic...i wrote better when on something....then when i've been off everything for the past few years