Jeffrey Jesus, Son of Jesus (исполнитель: The Love And Terror Cult)
He’s drone sized but he sees himself in the sky And explains how he is the center The tales tell of wine-filled giant beasts He defeats to maintain honor What a valiant man Hanging Just as planned Call it a win When people eat your skin Jeffery Jesus as you consume me I think about your absent face Someone must have Taken it from you How do you shine When you can’t smile Climbing stairs to fall back down Calling it privilege I think it’s hard To name in the dark My fingers are too clean to tell you These moments are moments I’ll soon forget