The sins you swallowed

You lived in the fire, the grass, and the snow

You lived in the cages, the stars and the sea

You lived in the honest, the fake and the pure

You lived in the captive, the spring and the child

You dressed in the dresser the damned naked fish

You swam in the singer, the lines on the page

You pushed till she swung into dosies and jigs

You climbed him to higher, the unfolded leg

You rang to the boss on his sex covered desk

You walked in the line of a swallowing sea

You died for the life, and you died on the cross