STAFF SPOTLIGHT: Mathew Lee Cothran – Judas Hung Himself In America
Where does our shame go while we sleep?
Where does our shame go while we sleep?
And now the wolves that you have cried will eat you alive.
The pizza man don’t come here no more
As the shots rang out on the motorcade
Join the multitudes.
Come back to life before my telephone rings
She sits up high, surrounded by the sun.
Thoughts not worth their salt, gold in the womb
The time lays waste to ashes, my soul lays waste the broken mind.