BE THE CHANGE... said vipers! tigers! reassemble, rearrange! (I long to live as a lion so I violently tuff up my mane). Oh high king of heaven, my victory won!! (But I could still taste the soot in my lungs when that chorus was finally sung.) I called you so often, but you never came. I reached out to you! but you paid no attention, and as wisdom shouts out into the noisy streets I will cusp my ears tight in stubborn pretension. ("How terrible for you who lie awake at night, thinking up evil plans.")
BARREL LOADED!!! (to your brother...) Abel! run for cover! If you tilt, I tilt your world in my hands - take up my life with fraud and violence, and serpent I will meet your demands!
Bag lady, you know I heard you sing and (or rumor has it) you believed in me, and december's finally set me free (but Mary! I've forgotten just what it means to breathe). And as she held baby jesus so very closely (to her bosom, to her soul), I will cling tightly to my demons in the dark and imagine what it's like to be entirely whole.
Singers, did you feel the ground shake beneath you when your mustard seed fell deep in dark soil? But I called out "TORTURE!" amongst the scoffers (and though the ground is once more fertile) I recoil. As his mother's blood begins to boil, (and as we pollute god's lips with gin and oil), I've ne're witnessed such turmoil as when his heart reflected mine! (and, oh, on that note, my god died.)
Be the change! said mother, father, brother, sister, son, daughter, I come to you (the porno pauper) with understanding in my open hands and a tired knowledge in my eyes (if this beauty is so sacred, how does it sell so fast?) I still remember the first time I died (and oh so unknowingly gave it a second try). BUT LOVE IS PATIENT!!! LOVE IS KIND!!! and somewhere amongst this mishap I was allowed to survive.
Be the change, said angels, demons, reassemble, rearrange! I long to live as a lion so I study him studying me violently tuff up my mane.
