i am still a strong thing on my own
even if i fall
even in pain
i am still a strong thing on my own
where is this god i praised?
you believe me now to be a heretic?
but i found them, and they told me
that i’m still a strong thing on my own
nothing said on earth is set in stone
the celestials will always roam

who do you feed when you pray?
there will always be a give and take
the earth and all its planes
are built and rebuilt on this
give me and i’ll take
i’ll give and you’ll trace a truce
who do you feed when you’re replaced?
faith is not faith
institutions are not solutions
the absence of any of it is not always hate

nothing exists until we speak it
but speak it we must?
everyone is a little god
believing to be great
so they repeat the mantras
believe to be the epitome of grace
however, one tends to forget
how can such a little god
confined in the earth
break free from the invisible constraints?

the dawn disappears
and what was left runs with the breeze
how have you been lately?
it all seems to fade too quick
but it’s a fault wanting to hold it
to grip it so tight
it becomes another appendage
how do you love
when you can’t keep any of it?

there will be no curtain call
the demand is too great
the sorrows will always want
and desire to be replaced
go on clowns, be the mirth they cannot hold
go on circus freaks
and bring out the things they wish to be
it’s no good unless it’s real
and real, we convince ourselves, it is
applauding as the next act begins

pantheons as long as a rainbow
striped in all colors ever named
i stand on no altar
my monthly blood is for my sake
the gods and the god’s god
seemingly glisten upon new reverence
bid the bidding as they’re fed
you stand on the altars of titans
as real as your flesh
a different kind of monster for each of your faith