Disco Biscuit

Who's there?

I've forgotten

Who said?

Run away

Run where

Against the wall's an armed forgotten

This amputee holds mending tools

I look to the left to see my hand gone nigh(?)

Chiseled a glance improved the stone paradigm

Must hurry back before the end alls rise

Paradise

Employs the martyr

I'm too willing to take the name from them

Approach the clouds a winged imposter

To trip among the gods so proud

I look to the right to see my feet to the sky

Embellish the fall to encourage the lie

Must hurry back before the end alls rise

Paradise

Denies the lover

I'm to willing to take the name for them (for them)

Sever the scavengers' wings casting out from the heavens unbeautiful things

Beggars, orphans, willful widows clutch the ground hopeless, outcast, harlots trying to hold on we're all so willing to take from them

Take the feathers if you wish I will fly with or without them

Fly on high fly on high