C’mon Michael / feed me language / touch your body / strange vibrations come over me / I want to lie in-between the spaces of your teeth / to hear you breathing silently / C’mon Michael / fear the bible / Holy Moses down the Nile / we’ll sprout legs and get to walking / Speak in tongues with brand new lungs / and the worst I ever knew is the world we’ve been born into / and the curse is not the fruit, but the false promise of returning to the garden / C’mon Michael / strike the match stick / make the bed then burn the mattress right underneath our bodies as we sleep / the flames will haunt our dreams like flashing lights deep in our brains / C’mon Michael / fight survival / just like Lot’s wife in a salt pile / skin may crack like broken glass / if the markets crash don’t look back / and the worst I ever knew is the world we’ve been born into / and the curse is not the fruit but the false promise of returning to the garden.