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