Weapon of God

Dead black meadows, crimson waves

These broken nightmares on your plate;

Believe me, I am a weapon of god too

Crumbled bones inside a sock

The ticking of a busted watch

The storm is a thunderous, dark applause

And my love is locked in a pitbull's jaws

Believe me, I am a weapon of god too

(Bridges burn and children scream – their faith is shaken so easily

But not mine. I'm made of concrete beams, you'll see.)

Dead black meadows, crimson waves

These broken nightmares on your plate;

Believe me, I am a weapon of god too

Cats are screaming out back;

They've all been stuffed in gunny sacks

The Johnson boy started selling crank

This neighborhood has gone to shit

But listen I am a weapon of god too

Believe me, I am a weapon of god too

Believe me, I am a weapon of god too