Free Will And The Question Mark

Grass blade songs I grew up to whistle
To honor the swallowing tide I choke on
Humbled along the golden road
Your wealth is a sinner I'd rather not die for.

Seek the golden sun
And hear the faded hum
I dream of my dreams
Shining on me

Chew the ashes of the saint
Throw up the meat that tastes of bait
My heart sends blood to my middle stained fingers
This silence I've known has become a stranger

Seek the golden sun
And hear the faded hum
I dream of my dreams
Shining on me

I don't want to know
Who shapes my sad old bones
I'm forsaken and unknown
Waste my prayer and poem away