Broke Zodiac
On the attack
with a brain that’s intact.
Whiff of wait in the air
on an impulse and prayer.
With a sweat on the back
from a broke zodiac.
Stumbling into the layer
but can’t find no one there.
Hearing angels
kept in cages.
Gonna save ‘em.
If I can’t then I won’t stay well.
Skipping dangers.
Being strangers.
Getting mixed up in the pot
among the vapors.
And it’s been calling to you
with a quiet demand
and a smoldering brand.
And once given it’s due
doing things that are true.
Hard to misunderstand
when it’s giving a hand.
Hearing angels
kept in cages.
Gonna save ‘em.
If I can’t then I won’t stay well.
Skipping dangers.
Being strangers.
Getting mixed up in the pot
among the vapors.
Neighbors.