Kill Joy

Singing softly in the breeze

He waits for me upon his knees,

Where God is close

And the devil’s not

When the night is cold,

But the moment’s hot.

Silence cut right through the air,

As he saw the blade above his hair

But when the singing stops, so does his fear

And he holds the cross to him, so dear

He knows he is to die tonight

So he looks inside him to find the light

He finds the truth and screams aloud

To God who hides within the clouds

He finds no shame in what he did

That’s why he stayed and never hid

From her, herself who ruled the land

From her, herself with the guilty hand.

For it was she who killed that “thing”

And it was she who stopped him sing