Paul!

Lang
Dreaming in the Early Afternoon

I believe in dreams of dust, ashes and scar tissue

Rub the bases of napalm blossoms to fetch their market price
Set the base on fire
Set the party on fire
Legion is the name of tranquil sins committed over a safe connection
For truth is truth, and the end is reckoning
Young man of the earth, tell me how long the chain of your
Bones spans out before reaching Adam
I know how to lose a following by walking with blasphemers
So I will leave this shanty town,
I will wake up in the morning of the morning, when the dew is still warm rain
I will light incense and pray the names of the saints
I will pull the weeds in my garden and press them in a
paper book
I believe in dreams of dust, ashes and scar tissue
And dreaming in the early afternoon, when my thin eyelids see flame and not sunlight