i hope that this summer
will sweat through all my clothes
so i can taste
some sort of 2nd coming
will blow the lilac breath into my face
now i know i've had three wives
the first was your ghost the other was mine
the last comes when day dies
and then outside the trinity just cries
frightened by the tower
spiraled with wild windy night
i only have one father and i his only child fears my birthright
and who has a redeemer
towering above the summertime
when sweat will make you cleaner
and spit is all i want instead of wine
we can not stay broken
we're darkened violently with summer storms
we will climb the tower
and in the burning morning be reborn

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