i sit, still
watching the mantis become extinct
the taste of citrus fades off my tongue
with every turn of the ratchet
walk...outside-leave your room
walk with me, and we'll find God
(we'll find Jah)
wait for my tongue
to build the serpent a new home
i hang in silence
as you stand there
with your pretty feet on the ground
walk...outside-leave your room
walk with me, and we'll find God
(we'll find Jah)
searching, for tomorrow
(i wish i was allergic, to the sting or to be stung so i would go)
blind, am i (am just a man)
everything tastes (like an orchard)
they all (begin to look like Eve)
(i hang from the tree) in the garden of Jah