Hound of Heaven

 

We go to sleep

Without a dream

We blur the line

Between living and dying

We take a sacrament and make it horny

We’re in the wedding, but we’re the bachelor party

We’re laughing about a speechless thing

We close our eyes to relieve the sting

 

But I can’t keep hiding

From the hound of heaven

I lost my head when

You saw the look on my face

Of true heartbreak

And your eyes glazed over

I was asking myself

If the world recovers

 

We’re reality TV; museums of wax

We give a shape to shit and we call it craft

I feel lonely in my doubt that ignorance is bliss

I’ve been killing conversations talking about groundlessness

We’re white-washed tombs, but we’re good at distracting

Ourselves from the show we insist to act in

I’ve been using a smile to conceal

The fear of feeling what no one else feels

 

But I can’t keep hiding

From the hound of heaven

I lost my head when

You saw the look on my face

Of true heartbreak

And your eyes glazed over

I was asking myself

If the world recovers