Find me a dove where the world harbors its love in a casket high above from you.

Find me a cloak for the world has told me a joke, take a seat with the weak, so soon?

 

Take my blood. 

 

Find me a soul where the voice is purer than gold.  Like a needle in the arm of gloom.

Find me a rat for the coward lives in my hat.  Take a nap in the back of the Louvre.

 

Take my blood. 

 

Find me a wife where her eyes are only for mine, have a glimpse of her lips, on you.

Find me a saint where his sins are covered in paint.  Take the brush, don’t rush, fuck you.

 

Take my blood.