The Banger - Beach Bums

Redesign our selfish kind:

Sweep it off it’s feet into the eye

Of every wound it hides

Show it all its wrongs, reveal the rights

Of where we should have been

But where we’re not

Seduced by all our sins is why we cease to be dissuaded memories

Build a church from the ashes of our memories

The bones that made the outlines of the prophecies

Those of us who lived among the sacred beach

Pierce all the eyes with the visions of a fantasy