Glossolalia Songtext / Lyric

I am a stranger

Lurking alone in my own

Vicious wilderness

While the meat in my chest

Squeezes and teases



A hulking hunger

Groping in motion

Balance is but

A shimmering notion






And lurching compelled

My soul in its special hell

Of wet mortal limits

Perpetually thirsting



But I bask in a beautiful

Byproduct

From twisting torque

Of dichotomy



What my eyes do see

In this spilling

Dead wicked desert



It dances, born of babble

Is now raison d'etre for the rabble

I sing my soul with tongue



A sword in the sunlight

Thrashing and flashing

Glossolalia