Palm Psalm - Okay Kaya

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’re 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, it was a prophet

Some of us know

Now the streets are wider than ever

There’s no spirituality

No gatherings

I still sing

Purity Purell

Praying my dry palms together

Squeeze the goo, rub it out

Whiffs of sterile alcohol

Oh, Lord, hear my

Hygienic prayers

Grant me the help

Make me cleaner than I am

Jesus, I

I really need a buddy like you

Someone who’ll never let me down

Someone I can talk to

If I just stick to the routine

Will you sanitize this being?

Wanna be well, wanna be clean

Jesus, I am vanishing

There’s no insurance from the wrath of God

But I put my hands together

Scrub it out

And oh, Lord

Jesus, I

I really need a buddy like you

Someone who will never let me down

Someone I can talk to

I won’t get to know

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