Flat tires and I don't know why
Give me liquor .
To ease my laughs
Dry my rain off the looking glass
Ear embers burning cause I'm listening too hard
Prayers on my feet screaming at god
They don't hear the poor humans .
Wasting away
Prayer after prayer
But who has seen a god anyway
They tell me to pray
But what does that do
Give me that liquor .at least that's got proof
100
Hear my lies and hear my tremble
Wheel barrel for my soul
Piecing puzzles together
But to tired to assemble
Weary pieces on the table
Dusty pieces I bought at the store
Coulda saved that last dollar .and bought me an oar
So I can row my ass away from here
Goddess don't you hear me pleading
Black goddess don't you hear me
Don't you hear me pleasing
Or don't you exist no more
-Embiem
