Inferno Tourist from Geographies by Young Weather

inferno tourist
​
would you lend me your dialect
just for a few public moments?
leave it with us through love's neglect
to hear You when the noisiest saints relent

give me two breaths to work out this new found lex
where I'm promised good land
and promised fiery death
our puissant shepherds are now armed to their teeth
though it's been blazoned some kind of ashy mercy

it's only (an) inferno

how many years can we hide our flesh from our flesh
and fill these ruddy bags with frightened prizes?
bless the bloody teeth of our latest winner's righteous face
his brave dominion over the spoils he confused with grace

so owe me an inferno

• Ambient
• Electronic
• book rock
• indie pop
• Atlanta