Violence a Worthy Truth
[Verse]
Oh, intimate father, speak not to me in tongues
But in movements of rebellion from which I’ve come to know
Lie beside me with purpose and I make peace with being orphaned by this world
For it is not of me, and I not of it
We will tower above the corpulent stars
Where God must lie in bloated rot amongst the fouling whales
Oh, intimate father, press my cheek
Breathe through me for my lungs cannot carry your words
Let me prove to you the violence that we know to be truth
Take me farther to a world that’s worthy and providing of the fruits I hunger
Show me that I am no longer alone