Crystal Sword

Carry his own water as nary a known other
Read a palm when I parry apparently no sucker
Man slash island, casually hammers iron
Falcons that come to daddy
Fabulous cash and prizes
I'm back of the theater
Feature feeding rapid eyes in crisis
Out of sight is both his fancy and
A random act of kindness for ya
Ride the wild aurora
Future bright as fried Gomorrah
Present tense an SOS in
Tidal water, final offer, sold
I been shaking off a death rattle
As a window-bound bat from a
Collapsed red flannel at night
Flight path managing a back and forth
That draws a heart and dagger if you
Track it all with tack and yarn
Six foot a million
Nothing off the rack fit him
I dress like fingers of
Light through black nimbus
Ruined last Christmas
Probably ruin this Christmas
You can follow it from wing to cataclysm
Listen
He carry his own water as nary a known other
Burn sage in the alley
With various ghostbusters
Sea of disembodied bones knocking on
Your rods and cones
Some resort to scuba gear
Some return to hobbit holes
Me, I done a lot of both
Riding out and running scared
I'm everything from, "He's a pest, " to
"He's been dead for twenty years"
He's been shredding perfect curbs and
Golden light with total scum
Pigeons bring him donuts
I'm the motherfucking chosen one
And every time you liars talk
Fish and birds start dying off
Roses turn to solid ice
Quiet eyes to fireballs, um
I started spilling all my problems
To the final boss
He shed a tear and let me by him like
"What's mine is yours"
Broke him off a little weed bid him well
Off to see a system into smithereens
Sniffing out some livers he could
Lose in a broth it's when he go and pull
The hood from the hawk you look lost
He carry his own water as nary a known other
Go halves on the carrion
Carry-on bolt cutters
Not a towel boy or cow to the slaughter
I leave an awkward conversation like
A cow to the saucer
Inspire a thousand Our Fathers
People start calling their priests
"We've never seen a man so
Vehemently drawn to the beast"
"I heard he plays a pipe organ
And changes form when he feeds"
I've never played a pipe organ
The rest my lawyer concedes, okay
Pull up at the Spirit World
Zero man pit crew
Itching for experience clear of
The jellyfish bloom
Show him to the sickroom
Sic him on the showroom
Show us how you trick 'em into
Swimming through the au jus
Devil's trap on the welcome mat
The dinner jacket smell of hell and back
I'm working on my hell and forth
It's bound to be a bumpy ride
Deeper through the death and gore
Coming out the other side