Lyrics:
Sojourner Truth in decibels I let the pull of life tow me out to the vestibule I’m at the door of my own house. Ran my fingertips across my lips to touch doubt, I taste blood. See the foyer clearly, I see myself really, Reflecting off the mirrors, quiet rooms are kind of eerie. Shadows fanning like avalanches, I feel the weight of past circumstances, I’m necromancing, it’s not romantic. I’m on a canvas with the past and the future. Hands brace the floor, show my striations and sutures. Naked in my nudeness, vacant and secluded, scan limbs, breathe in, deconstruct the rubrics, in a pool of red ink, laying in my hubris but only just enough to shift inertia to some movement. Stopping the entombment, core muscles moving, spine arches forward feel the pain in all the bruising. I know why the caged bird sings, even when its ravaged soul is in the middle of its own arab spring. Tattered rings of pseudo-growth on tree stumps of hope I’m soaked in the sweat of my years, the sweat of my ghosts, From, pillar to post in this mind-gym, shibari rope wrapped around my throat From the tears formed in silence, I shift my shoulder blades I’m feeling a roving rage, bones stack, contract, like jenga blocks before they cave. Sitting in an open grave, it’s subtle crack my neck to feel the prisons in my muscles. I escaped from Alcatraz. I won’t escape the Challenger, the blast waves demolished all my parts, I’m now a salvager. Fix my posture, postulate the meaning It’s raining stardust, I’ve arrived and yet I’m leaving. Skin glistens, wounds on my wrist. I’ve got a gun on my tongue and a blade in my kiss. I’ve been working on a, I’ve been working on a, I’ve been working on railroad Cause I’ve been working on a, I’ve been working on a, I’ve been working on a railroad Cause I’ve been working on a, I’ve been working on a, I’ve been working on a railroad Cause I’ve been working on a, I’ve been working on a, I’ve been working on a railroad For life For life For life For life For life