Sit and cry
Sit and cry
I hear her pray
I watch her die
“O praise the lord!
The lord be blessed!”
She will not stop
She is possessed.
No reason and
No sound advice
Can ever hope
To exorcise
Her of her foolish
Blind belief,
The self imposed
and silent grief.

The mirror shatters,
curtains tear
And as the chorus
sings its hymns
And as her reason
slowly dims,
Her blessed soul
So pious, pure
(But so afraid
And insecure)
It cries out loud
In song and praise
Raises its voice
Lowers its gaze
It uses prayer
Like LSD
'Cos prayer, like drugs
Can set you free.

And drugs can make you
Feel secure
Secure and warm
Warm and content
But then you find
That you have spent
All of your time
In self abuse
And then you cry
And sigh and bruise

And prayer, like drugs,
Demands a price
And god demands
a sacrifice
Are you so daft,
Are you so dense
To sacrifice
Intelligence?

The church bell rings


And then it stops
I sit here speaking
To a corpse.