A Mormon Story Lyrics

It

It

It

It is not

It is not

It is not all

It is not all well

When the suicide shallow shells

Of hypocrites and hypnotists

Hypnotize themselves

Believing that the truth is their truth

It

It

It

It is not

It is not

It is not all

It is not all well

The Word

Since the Fall

Falls like stones

Since the first death stain

Like crimson bleach

Since the parting of rivers

Flood like Noah

But we have no no no no no

No-ah

To conjure a tight, dish-like craft

To help us cross

Humanity's Middle Passage

Of Jared's brother

Of Samuel's brother

Of me, brother

It

It

It

It is not

It is not

It is not all

It is not all well

When my brothers and sisters

Are happily bashed by my

Brothers and sisters

The darker skinned, the burnt

Are forgotten in the hostile rush

Of a Bishop on his errand

Who looks away

From patchwork people

Filling the alley spaces

Park places

Thinking "Samaritan. Samaritan"

Or when you hide in passing cars

Or passing planes

Or places that make me

Insane

With nightmare imaginations

I cannot constrain

So I hide

From you

In safely constructed worlds

Building gaps

Falling bridges

So you can't get in

Whoever you are

And the words of forgotten revelators

Scream for me

To remember that

It

It

It

It is not

It is not

It is not all

It is not all well

If my fellow sheep burn

In hell-icopter flow

Of blindness

And deafness

And passiveness

Like three monkeys in a line

Dancing like goats and

Wondering

Wondering if they were ever sheep at all

And their thoughts are carried away

In the building hurricane

That cycles

Like a Mormon story

And so why

Is it not

Is it not

Is it not all

Is it not all well?