Letra de XX (City Grave)

This injustice renders my thoughts ineffectual. Forgive me, Lover, and forget my sullen face. Privilege brings us to this place of human currencies. (We) buried our sisters in a glass display, only to evaporate to a toxic skyline - underneath we sell off the bodies

My body became a graveyard where they buried thirsty souls. Show me your righteous leader; I'll show you the bullet holes. The preacher[i] with the parched tongue and the "God" that he controls: "Shake off the sin! Shake off the sin!" And spit out your cacophony of lies

I'll climb through your screen and bleed out the image you left in me.[ii]

But God, are you man? Then how do you see me? From where you sit up in heaven[iii], looking down on my hell. My body chokes back
"I have nothing to draw with and the well is deep - where can I get living water?"[iv]

Enslaved in the "Land of the Free"[v] - my prison is our wedding bed where you left me for dead. You'll leave us for dead. Apathy was our anchor to a digital sea[vi] where you drown in the comfort of our complicity

Can Love save me? Will Your wrath avenge us?[vii]

I. Our sister’s captor; Several famous pastor types – names omitted for legal reasons
Ii. Sex slaves forced into pornography, speaking back to our collective male gaze
Iii. Psalm 115:3; 139:8
Iv. John 4:11
V. America
Vi. Thrice, 2007
Vii. Deuteronomy 32:35