I can appreciate the decor,
submit to solemn contemplating,
mesmerizing,
taking me farther here ,
past the past , past the near ,
filling and echoing in my ears...
If I get up will you follow,
if I move,
do you know ,
do you know what I'm feeling ,
and are you willing ...
Dance with me ,
you can still be holy
just take my lead, I'll take yours ,
it's time to move the cosmos ,
out of its one way course ,
let's fix religion,
bring to life these statues ,
that only do seeing ,
frowning,
glaring,..weeping.
take my hand ,
should I guide your hips,
exit to being ...
when you go to praying
and I've rythymed myself out,
from this public grave,
what will you do,
in later confession,
when the cosmos calls to you ,
who's hand will you take ,
when the vibe doesn't go away,
beings fade,
in next to nowhere,
drying slowly in your system.
it gums the knees ,
should I help you up.
statues stare,
turn away,
don't close your eyes,
dance with me ,
sights this way.