Hidden driver
Forming shape inside my chest
Omnipotent in the way that it arrests
Every sense and every lesson
I want to make a call I guess
But I can't completely stress enough
How I feel her presence shaking through the floor...
And what's more is that I can feel three angels
Forming a place between everything I see...
God is peeking
Softly speaking
Breaking everything
Until I slowly do see
She broke right through the mess he made
Shoved an apple in his face
And impaled him with a long and gnarly stake
And I give thanks for it everyday
But I still think of god in the same way:
As the moment in my dreams
When I'm fading away
And what takes my place
Is a radial gradient of cops and priests
And mounting things
Fucking every thing
Making rules for a body within me
And god is peeking
Softly speaking
Fucking everything
Until I do see
