The Prophet Lyrics

I came in from the rain

To fall into the sea

I taught myself to sing

And then forgot to breathe

Though lack the strokes of swim

Still ride upon the whale

I cannot read the charts

Yet open up my sail

You call me a prophet

Though I spoke not a word

Spilled seeds are scattered

Leave be if that is what you heard

I have no text for script

The stories are not true

Their acts were made to mine

But nodded and withdrew

I left you in the rain

Then pushed you in the sea

The rabble lift me up

High above my own debris

Call me the prophet

Your reward for your loyalty

You are now the chattel

Of my twisted, toxic, non-academic, post-pandemic, bunk royalty