Maria - Matthew Logan Vasquez

The nurses gather 'round and help me back to bed

The self-inflicted injuries that started in my head

The mysticisms that I practiced in my youth

Found me huddled in Arizona, crippled by the truth

That I can’t find Mother Maria

Am I lost in Santería?

I will do anything

As long as I can see her

I can’t find

I can’t find

They say the reason has been buried in the dirt

It’s a fine night for the finite as I’m chewin' on her words

I’ll build an altar, then I’ll cut off all my hair

To please the ancient pagan gods that hide behind her stare

I can’t find Mother Maria

Am I lost in Santería?

I will do anything

As long as I can see her

I can’t find

I can’t find

The nurses gather 'round and help me back to bed

My self-inflicted injuries that started in my head

I can’t find Mother Maria

Am I lost in Santería?

I will do anything

As long as I can see her

I can’t find

I can’t find

I can’t find

I can’t find