Go away, shit, you fucking lost my,
man it's not the same,
you're not the same
fucking late night imbecile
insane, no
fuck it be yourself
go your own way,
who am I?
I'm lost, not tired,
missing something, maybe,
while you're drinking,
I'm thinking
I need a church . . .

I need a tomb, a mausoleum
escape, from you,
decadence and interest
all, I need some pain,
or maybe beauty
Beauty, fuck, all you do
is destroy beauty,
especially when you're
sober, fucker, yeah
oh, fuck off, yeah
when you're sober, when are
you sober?
no, when you're drunk you just don't
care.

Maybe I'm wrong,
maybe I'm missing something
maybe prayer is
just another drunken stupor
I guess maybe God
drinks sometimes,
weekends, with Satan
I'd want to be there for that,
it would be interesting
but I'd still want a church.

A church, mostly for the
silence, the darkness,
the ambience of eternity -
it's not something you
come by easily
and it lets you fall
away, from God's drunken world,
for an hour or two,
down into yourself,
and down into your soul.