Phantom

Listening to the heartbeat of a building
Of words that cut me up beautifully,
I lock myself back in place of your
Soft-spoken, money-making glow.
This disease is beyond my practice -
I WILL live to re-live forever...
My head slams into the concrete.
"The younger rises when the old doth fall...".
In the great hand of God I stood
As a group of one.
Sent to that invisible cave
To learn about mercy and peace.
The Phantom was known to move like a Jesus
Whom no light comforts
But who in his death is perfect.
Don?t touch the stars in these intolerable 90?s...
You were like Jesus, disguising what I was.
But they keep cropping up in restless ecstasy -
And - goddamn, you?re looking old.