Featuring: Rane Sevin

Mary holy walked in the bar,

She was met by the hunter in gray.
He took one look at her simple dress
Thought he'd teach her to sit up and beg


He says let me buy you a drink little girl
I'll show you the pulse of the city

My platinum card jumps on command
I'll take you to buy something pretty


Mary laughs and glances through the haze
Says, I'm looking for a guy named Joe.
he's the $$#assin of all those dreams

his flesh will adapt to my code

Then in walks Joe the $$#assin,

unborn boy in his 17th year.
Sees Mary and drops to his knees in religion.
He hands her a bouquet of tears.


And his eyes are on fire,
his breath a confession.

their lips touch in benediction
And wings of divinum fold them as one,
and the vows they speak are spoken in tongues.


The hunter watches, a mess of confusion,
commando of wounded pride

He wants Mary now in ways that confound
She's opened some crack in his mind


He follows the newlyweds out of the bar,
aching with rage unnamed.
He falls to the curb in the bitter gray night,

he'd never see her again

But Mary appears again in the doorway,

her face lit like the day
Offers a smile to the broken man --
She wants to erase his brain.


She hands him a bar napkin scribbled in code
and slips back into the night.

He unfolds the page, reads the inscription,
faint in the sooty streetlight.


A war's being fought in your heartbeat, it says,
but I know you'll rise gold.
Surrender to the breath of the sun,

the enemy trenches will fold.

Let your history crumble beneath its own weight,

and when the last soldier is mourned?
Tears will break from your battle-scarred eyes,
and you'll know what it is to be born.