Decorator

Something rotting bad in the curb cuts

Blue lipped teens pruned in the swimming pools

Flat earth flat line in the suburbs

Cars screeching tires slurs out the window

You worked the graveyard at the target

Kept it on the shelf hidden with the power tools

Day dreams wash away to the sewers

Erasing history on the computer

God waits god reveals

In strip malls and tall grasses

Self hate molding the shield

So I keep my

Hand to the blade

I'm not afraid of Jesus

Nothing to save

No heart to contain or keep it

Quiet

I'm not a man just a decorator to you

The party decays

I'm not afraid to leave it

The labels screaming pride with the rainbows

Let the boys write but they'll never let them sing

Is it art or just a hetero in sequins

Copycat cult leaders claiming everything

God waits god reveals

In strip malls and tall grasses

Self hate molding the shield

So I keep my

Hand to the blade

I'm not afraid of Jesus

Nothing to save

No heart to contain or keep it

Quiet

I'm not a man just a decorator to you

The party decays

I'm not afraid to leave it

Quiet

Quiet

Quiet

I'm not a man just a decorator to you

Hand to the blade

I'm not afraid of Jesus

Nothing to save

No heart to contain or keep it