Mary's Boy Child

Mary’s boy child was crucified
Long before I was born
All that love bought a realm of pain
& a crown of thorns
It seems the truth is so dangerous
It can never be free
Put to death for what all of Rome
Would one day believe

I’m tired of pretending to be
Just like everyone
When I’m not like anyone
I’m not like anyone I’ve ever seen
This world is not made for me

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In the garden an apple grew
Taste it once & you’ll see
All the workings of GOD
In all its majesty
When it fell on my head I bit
& it tasted so sweet
From that day there’s been nothing more
I’ve ever longed to eat

I’m tired of pretending to be
Just like everyone
When I’m not like anyone
I’m not like anyone I’ve ever seen
This world is not
Made by me
Made by me
Made by me

The sun is gone
The day is done
The moon is on the rise
I cannot hear the sweet things
For these lies

And lies are now all I see
In times such as these
Fit for an experiment
Not a human being

I was always a stranger here
You can say that when I’m gone
I heard my own steps ahead of me
In the echo of the dawn

And now all of the streetlights come on
As I walk through the dream
That I didn’t dream
I’m no more than these feelings
They’re all here that’s mine

I’m tired of pretending to be
Just like everyone
When I’m not like anyone
I’m not like anyone I’ve ever seen
This world is not
Made by me