Em
I am a stranger
         C
Lurking alone in my own vicious wilderness
Em
While the meat in my chest
             C
Squeezes and teases a hulking hunger
B
Groping in motion

Balance is but a shimmering notion
    Em           G
And lurching compelled
                       Em      G
My soul in its special hell of wet mortal limits
   C        D
Perpetually thirsting

Em

But I bask in a beautiful byproduct
C
From twisting torque of dichotomy
Em
What my eyes do see
                  C
In this spilling, dead wicked desert

It dances
B
Born of babble

Is now raison d'etre for the rabble
  Em      G
I sing my soul

With tongue
               Em
A sword in the sunlight
G
Thrashing and flashing
C     D   Em
Glossolalia