Summertime Love

The sun is weak

Halls start to rust

who can you truly trust?

The God who killed you in his name?

Or the child who eats your soul away?

And as the sky opens up

the rain runs red

we fill our cups

not with wine or with John's head

But with the blood our love struck dead.

I built your cross

I wear your shame

broken fingers

point the blame.

Bound by love

suppressed by guilt

these little bombs

won't tear what we built.

In your name

but in our blood

pray for the moon

reach out

get cut

Listen to what I have to say

your dead child with no name

oceans come

sweep it up fast

your stained world

will never last.

Discolored and bruised

it blackened your eye

no one to kill yourself

no one to help you die.