Tom: Em
Em
I am a stranger
C
Lurking alone in my own vicious wilderness
Em
While the meat in my chest
C
Squeezes and teases a hulking hunger
B
Groping in motion
Balance is but a shimmering notion
Em G
And lurching compelled
Em G
My soul in its special hell of wet mortal limits
C D
Perpetually thirsting
Em
But I bask in a beautiful byproduct
C
From twisting torque of dichotomy
Em
What my eyes do see
C
In this spilling, dead wicked desert
It dances
B
Born of babble
Is now raison d'etre for the rabble
Em G
I sing my soul
With tongue
Em
A sword in the sunlight
G
Thrashing and flashing
C D Em
Glossolalia
