we’ve come for your demons:
your altar, your money
we’ve come for your comfort:
tailpipe and chimney
we’ve come for your trinkets:
so new and so shiny
we’ve come for your dream-sleep:
restless and empty
doom is a flower
we’ve come for your holy:
your laptop and phone
we’ve come for the white noise:
every twitter and moan
we’ve come here from on high
like the cloud in your lungs
we’ve come here to make good
each ladder, each rung
we’ve come for your demons:
your altar, your money
we’ve come for your comfort:
tailpipe and chimney
doom is a flower
