Inkmouth

hymnal

universality of myth
and daytime TV
we live inside this hideous projection
like it's all there is
like we rule the endlessness

as a child
i tried to climb
i tried to fly
i broke a leg
and half a mind
to get there

crown of thorns
throne of plasma
love and individual thought become corrupted
in the contemporary tongue
and i spin my chamber
and i spin my wheel dry

and i try to climb
and i try to fly
and i break a rib
and the rest of my mind

they fly me away
in aluminium birds
and they pull out my throat
and they take out my words

and i try to climb
and i try to fly
but i crack my wings
and i drown in the lie