�-... �three chalk outlines sleep� �in the dirty street� �and in our beds� �under the sheets� �they're the halo of guilt hanging around your neck� �next to the rosary, you count. falling asleep� �and we're praying� � �these are the symptoms� �of letting go of all our hope� �since we can't compete with martyred saints� �we'll douse ourselves in gasoline� �and hang our bodies from the lamp posts� �so that our shadows turn into bright lights� �'white lights, white heat'� �we'll make as we're blacking out in the center lane� � (we swerve) � �to the beat� � (spill) � �all the ink� �no revisions� �do you hear the church bells ringing? � �wake up!! wake up in an outline and try to speak� �with the shattered voice of the lives we lead� � (have we slept too long) � �between the bullet holes in a stained glass window state? � �and we're praying� �these are the symptoms� �of letting go of all our hope� � (when we repent!) � �and we're praying� � (we fall on the page!) � � (read in the margins!) � �we are the symptoms� �of letting go of all our hope� �someday we'll be complete like modern saints� �baptize our kids in gasoline� �and hang our doubts up in cathedrals� �so that they turn to faith in the colored sunlight� �'red rain, red rain'� �we'll make as we're blacking out in the center lane� � (we swerve)� �to the beat� � (spill)� �all the ink� � (no revisions!) � �do you hear the church bells ringing? � �they ring for you� �(we woke up this morning to a sky with no air in it� �and the street is filled with a thousand burning crosses� �and what we thought was the sunrise, just passing headlights)� �still the choir girls sing� �'oh lord, can you save us, can you save us? � �oh, lord, sing hallelujah� �oh lord, can you save us, can you save us?� �oh, lord, sing hallelujah.'� � �they are the symptoms� �of letting go of all our hope� �we're falling asleep with open eyes� �falling asleep inside the chapel� �falling asleep in chalk outlines� �falling asleep as the headlights pass us by� � � �