she met him in a darkened room he had issues with the light his hair combed back from his face his jacket pulled on tight she'd never thought of running away she'd never thought of faith he took her arm and he took her thoughts and with a look of gentle grace said follow me
away from this whorish noise away from philistine they walked through the radium fields the salt, the shore, the brine (he said) i'll show you where to start i'll show you how to cry don't judge the weaker men don't wallow in your pride, just follow me
she said everyone has a borrowed opinion everybody's read a book 'the science of discrimination' 'the art of looking good' and i don't need another pagan ritual i've seen 'lord of the rings' don't give me self-realization or oprah's pick of the week
and i don't feel much for politics i'm not into black comedy give me the fundamentals he smiled once moe and said follow me
we've learned to shake the system so well that we've become another system bent on shaking all that has been done i'm so tired of being told about enlightment inside if god was contained within us hey what about suicide?
show me a celestial force content with being raped show me that inner power happy to be maimed i've set my sights on something something bigger than myself we're all fucked up in some way we all could use some help, so follow me