2004-01-03 - however...
you couldn't possibly understand
(hence, your vicious reprimand)
nevertheless I'll provide you this provisional
I am free of your demands
you wouldn't even stand a chance
did you think my short goodbye was long-divisional?
I am so free, far from your hands
which pitifully destroy romance
these wild horses are entirely transitional
your skin-deep beauty charmed my glands
but that won't help true love advance
and ugly ducklings, I assure you, are conditional
if there's an ice cube in hell's chance
it's that our friendship might enhance
a mutual prospect which would not be impositional
but don't you think your lame grind dance
could ever put me in a trance
because you see, my winning posture is positional
I'm raised and seated with the one who's supervisional
you know, the ultimate, true lover, unconditional
compared to him all other gods -- entirely fictional
so you could say YOU'RE proven guilty and convictional
apart from Jesus you won't even prove admissable
there's no admittance, you've transgressed, it's not permissable
unless you realize you're sinful and it's visible
the only way you can get clean is through Christ's mystical
death on the cross, do you know what I mean? there God got physical!
and only then can you be seen as someone possible
yes, only then would you be close to a considerable
that's why I'm free and clear, and you are lost and miserable
because I have this life in me which you are missing still
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