Accidental Protégé - Death In June

When you prey in silence

And see our Jesus stagger

Awake!

Take a perfumed candle

And use life like a dagger

I’m your accidental prot’g'

The gift, the blood

The thrownaway

The silver chain has broken?

Goals and dreams fulfill

With emptiness with instinct

With impurity and will

I’m your accidental prot’g'

The grave, the love

The yesterday

In this, my year of three winters

Where orchards fade, fade

And fall

Like loaf of love’s

New bake

Fallen, beautiful, adored?

I’m your accidental prot’g'

The gift, the blood

The thrownaway

I though I found a paradise

But, paradise came and wept

Like the wind through the

Winter’s woods

It cowed and took a breath

I’m your accidental prot’g'

The grave, the love

The yesterday