Saturday, November 22, 2008

Dumb Light

Sky full of flies
Fault lines breaking up the ground
And it’s so easy to fall with the sun blacked out
See, they build them steeples high
There is one truth I’ve found
Even with your eyes wide open, babe
Aint nowhere to go but down

So I’m down here with the locusts, love
Marching in no direction
Trying to keep these fuckers off my heals
Trying to keep from getting eaten
See, down here we all cannibals
Gregarious little creatures
We'll eat your flesh and pawn your watch
at the first sign of weakness

And the locust king is a pretty thing
I spent a year between its thighs
It taught me how to sing a pretty song
And how to weave a pretty, pretty lie
Said there’s a reason for every thing we do
And ya'll beholden to me
Each of you is a sad collection of
Myths and dreams and ennuii
And each myth exists, you see
To support the next in line
We've stacked them all right here
The big one on top is mine

And they say one day a hero'll come
To seek repudiation
They say that he'll be gaily dressed
And in the highest fashion
And all that bling may mean something
But your own dumb light is blinding
Your the answers to the riddles
Your the deapth of any hell
Heres an empty bag and heres the cat
Heres the bottom of the well


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