IV.................( HORUS ) from Comfort & Joy by Mythos Lore
-SUMMER SOLSTICE-
Tracklist
| 4. | IV.................( HORUS ) | 70:37 |
Lyrics
As Long As You Please
Do preserve my soul
For I am loyal
O thou, my God
Save your servant
Who puts his trust in thee
Protect my soul
For I am faithful
Oh, God save your servant
Who soldiers thy charge
Keep my soul
For I am holy
Deliver your helper
Save my soul
For I am yours
As a child
As a man
As a ghost
(The Child)
As long as your please
: Kneel
Please :
Seek ye first
Seek ye first his kingdom and his righteousness
All things shall be given unto you
His grace moves faster the taller your yoke
Love your master
Love your master as the frog loves the hook
His mirror gaze, skyward view
Thankful
Stuffed
Pleased
Just as every thief loves a crook, every rainmaker seeds the skies of an unplowed dog’s dream
As long as you please
(The Man)
As long as you please
Once picked
Bullwork seized
Like a denned mother stroking her knees
An apron string bridle
Weaving hands to bless the feed bag
His name be praised
Feel the deacon’s hands over a colder bath
The hen,
The egg,
The nest
Its where you end up
Crushed tracks on either side
Arms crossed as the din of worship ascends
Let it be in me
Let it enter unseen
Release me
Exorcise the starved dog, let it’s lead fall into that pit
Forgotten
Never full, never whole
In that fever mine where we’d lay and pray for disguise
Pray not to be found
Pray for the end
As long as you please
(The Ghost)
: Kneel
Please :
As long as you please
Proselytize for lift
Thrust ecumenical grift
Shear off their wings
Bury the heads in a ditch
Remodeled renaissance, poached psalms from the old Gods
Zealotry sealed in secret handshakes and nods
A man could die for this?
Get crucified for this?
Genuflect and let the beltway grip your ears, eyes, and neck
This is death by degrees
Bullwork seized
As long as you please
NONE
WAS
MADE
BY HIS HAND
SAVE CHAINS
NONE
WAS
MADE
BY HIS HAND
SAVE
SLAVES
NONE
WAS
MADE
BY HIS HAND
SAVE
CHAINS
NONE
WAS
MADE
BY HIS HAND
SAVE GRAVES
It’s smoldering in the yard
All eyes behold gods ignorance
The fire devours us all
The hate and fear you read from your text
This comfort was built with your bones
The fat and the meat and the souls
(Gods ignorance)
Is it too much to ask to belong?
The believers they lied about love
(Gods ignorance)
Hatred raised by ancient fear
Of smiles and words that you don’t speak
Your words from books of holy prayer
Used to oppress the poor and weak
The blame is in our grabbing hands
Our greed that lays the world to waste
Benign the colors of the land
Obscene the fear of other ways
Ignorance on gods sweet tongue
A bitter scream in stained glass ears
As hatred spills from Jesus’ cup
You’ve lapped it up for all these years
You bathe in it to purify
And call yourselves the master race
You hide behind an empty throne
Convinced that bigotry is grace.
