Lyric God Called In Sick today

let s admire the pattern forming. murderous filigree. i m caught in the twising of the vine. go ascend with ivy, climbing. ignore and leave for me the headstone crumbling behind. i can t help my laughter as she cries. my soul brings tears to angelic eyes. let s amend the classic story, close it so beautifully, i ll let animosity unwind. steal away the darkened pages, hidden so shamefully. i ll still feel the violence of the lines. i can t stand my laughter as they cry. my soul brings tears to angelic eyes. and miles away my mother cries. omnipotence, nurturing malevolence.