It Keeps Coming

I had a dream
I built a machine
That changed who I was
And then I was loved
I grew hands of leaves
Became the trees
Never spoke again
And then I was loved
Friend you know I am in pain
Now you’ve shaped me with your shame
Friend I love you, friend I’ve changed
Friend I am you, lonely and afraid
It keeps coming
It keeps coming
It keeps coming
It keeps coming
I hear the feed
I struggle to receive
A bite from the Earth
A piece of me
There’s a church on my street
It violently rminds me
I will make my own
Paradise of pace
It keeps coming, it keeps
It keeps coming, it keeps
It keeps coming, it keeps
It keeps coming, it keeps
It keeps coming, it keeps
It keeps coming, it keeps
It keeps coming, it keeps
It keeps coming