Sacrilucious
by

I shop for inspiration in the Saint-o-mart
where holy ones for sale want to bless my heart with art
… and I say why yes, please.

The music and the mayhem work to chill my bones
breaking all the ties that keep me stuck at home. I roam
… but the love is all real.

I give my muse some lipstick and she throws it back
and says goodbye. I have a heart attack from the lack
… I can’t live without her.

I look in the mirror and I see her inside
looking through my eyes and now she can’t hide. And we ride
… into a starry night.

I dress for the party but have I gone too far
in mourning clothes. She says “Come as you are to the stars
… this is revolution.”

So I tear out my heart and toss it to the sky.
I make the sacrifice. We have to die to get high
… this is sacrilucious.

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