listen hereWe, the starving volunteers;
the ones who go without.
The shoeless,
hair-shirts,
bonded,
veiled;
seekers of the drought
now stand before your floral gate
to rend these rags and shout
your name.
In your name.
We came to whine,
remind you
that it's time for endless vigil.
On stone cold floors,
on ashes
or on
white
hot
nails.
Slow motion tip-toe
vicious gales
that flex
then flail
then punch from all directions.
In your name.
In your name.
Our crosses rotting in the rain,
we hang before you
in your name.
Our crosses rotting in the rain,
we hang before you
in your name.
We bear the bitter mark of Cain.
- legendary pink dots
