Photographic Memory - Dark Heads
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I was talking to a Baptist preacher
I still see dead kids in my sleep
I started praying to a God after easter
I asked him if he could take care of everything

Holy man, slight limp lipped, sighed softly
sort of made me feel nervous at the time
He said something, I didn't really listen
Its funny how advice can be poisonous

I sung a hymn, in some form confessed
A wooden cross situated between both my breast
I started praying to a God after easter
I'm afraid he won't listen to me either

Like some dead grave birthed inside my house
Seeing dark heads walk, hang upside down
I started talking to the God of the preacher
Started praying to whatever would listen now

But I still see dead kids in my sleep
And I'm afraid of never not seeing their hearts beat
I keep praying I'm released from this witness
It takes a lot more faith than I've got to begin with