Okay Kaya - Palm Psalm

Around 20 seconds have passed
Hands running under water
Rough to the touch
Scrubbing it out
I just wanna know how much
Time I have to spend before we are back to
Some sort of normal
The last time I took something from a stranger
I thought it was a note
But it was a pamphlet
With a prophet
Some us know
Now the streets are wider than ever
Theres no spirituality
No gatherings
I still sing:

Purity
Purell
Praying my dry
palms
Squeeze the goo
Rub it out
Whiffs of sterile
Alcohol

Oh lord hear my
Hygienic prayers

Jesus I
I really need a buddy like you
Someone who will never let me down
Someone I can talk to

If I just stick to routine
Will you sanitise being
I wanna be well
Wanna be clean
Jesus,
I am vanishing
There’s no insurance
From the wrath of god
I put my hands together
Scrub it out
Oh lord

Written by:
Kaya Wilkins, Malthe Lund Madsen

Publisher:
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