I want to see what I see
I want no glad savior
to force my head down
and insist that I swallow
no purification
no messiah to follow
to a tenth circle of hell
no inspiration
no salvation
no story to tell
of paradise found
I want what is real
I want to name its name
no catchy
incantation
no unholy
fascination
I want to feel what I feel
I want sacred misbehavior
I want the whole truth
in all the dark places
I say I want the blues
to expose all its faces
to make it make sense
no projected misperception
no frivolous deception
or is this more pretense
I say I love the blues
and sing them round and round
I want what is real
to not feel the same
I want what is real
I want to name its name
~XineAnn