In a God,
I want someone to talk to.
On a walk,
I want someone to play God with.
Aren't you the Son of Man? oh man!!
I felt like I've always know your hand.
You sent signals,
Through light-bulbs.
Flashed signals
To my skull,
...all of the time
Reflected/Reversed Oh! No!!
Told off, sold short and cursed
And now out of the air a parallel me Oh! God!!
What will become of my Heart?
Half a Heart, damn!
From the inside out,
A half-hearted, goddamn,
Trick of doubt.