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Three chalk outlines sleep in the dirty street

And in our beds

Under the sheets

They’re the halo of guilt hanging around your neck

Next to the rosary

You count, falling asleep

And we’re praying

To treat the symptoms of letting go of all our hope

Since we can’t compete with martyred saints

We’ll douse ourselves in gasoline

And hang our bodies from the lampposts

So that our shadows turn into bright lights

White light

White heat

We’ll make as we’re blacking out in the center lane

We swerve to the beat

Spill all the ink

No revisions

Do you hear the church bells ringing?

Wake up!

Wake up in an outline

And try to speak with the shattered voice of the lives we lead

Have we slept too long

Between the bullet holes in a stained-glass window state?

When we repent

We fall on the page

Read, in the margins

We are the symptoms of letting go of all our hope

When we repent

We fall on the page

Read, in the margins

We are the symptoms of letting go of all our hope

Someday we’ll be complete like modern saints

Baptize our kids in gasoline

And hang our doubts up in cathedrals

So that they turn to faith in the colored sunlight

«Red rain, Red Rain»

We’ll make as we’re blacking out in the center lane

Do you hear the church bells ringing?

They ring for you

We woke up this morning to a street filled with a thousand burning crosses

And what we thought was the sunrise

Just passing headlights

Still the choir girls sing

«Oh lord, can you save us?

Oh lord, sing hallelujah

Oh lord, can you save us?

Oh lord, sing hallelujah»

They are the symptoms of letting go of all our hope

We’re falling asleep with open eyes

Falling asleep inside the chapel

Falling asleep in chalk outlines

Falling asleep as the headlights pass us by.

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