There is a cynical poladee facing my left
And a life of debts to my right
Ahead I see a golden calf glowing
In a dark night
Your silhouette covers my brain
I am lost to you in prayer
Faith I never dreamed of having in man
Faith I thought had left me forever
Always
Has arrived like morning dew
I build a chapel between left and right
Idolatry for you
For Brad
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