Glossolalia

Em I am a stranger C Lurking alone in my own vicious wilderness Em While the meat in my chest C Squeezes and teases a hulking hunger B Groping in motion Balance is but a shimmering notion Em G And lurching compelled Em G My soul in its special hell of wet mortal limits C D Perpetually thirsting Em But I bask in a beautiful byproduct C From twisting torque of dichotomy Em What my eyes do see C In this spilling, dead wicked desert It dances B Born of babble Is now raison d'etre for the rabble Em G I sing my soul With tongue Em A sword in the sunlight G Thrashing and flashing C D Em Glossolalia