The New Psalms-Lorelei K

i know your hands are weak
i know your hands are tired
and you have lost all sense of time
and by matter of happenstance - no, fate,
you find yourself displaced by your mortal suspense
makes sense, you’ve got the constitution of an ox
i know your hands are weak
and your hands are your bible
and you are currently draped in circles
penned in place to punish your prior life
deep sigh, god makes no mistakes
and i’m writing the new psalms to worship your mortal glory

i know that someday eventually
each and every one of us fades into obscurity
i just hope that somewhere i said something to somebody who carries it sacred within their heart
i just hope that somewhere i said something to somebody who carries it with deep meaning
i just hope that somewhere i said something to somebody who carries it sacred within their heart

i don’t want to be alone
it seems everyone out there has got someone to call their own
while i’ve been busy telling every man i’ve ever ****ed i’m a thousand years older than them
and they’ve got no idea you’ve got no idea what kind of world i’m livin in
and they’ve got no idea you’ve got no idea youve got no idea