WoeBegonePod - Black Tongues

Suffer
From a chorus of madrigals
Sung by a choir of black tongues
By an author who thought it was permanent
Lash out because of it
Entropy happened I’m still stuck together
Glued to the faucet I’m pouring out of
Others have held their organs in better
Plowing ahead until the wheels fall off

Oh
Swallowing neologisms
The state of humanity
Has nothing to do with me

Oh
Swallowing neologisms
The state of humanity
Has nothing to do with me

Stagnation
Is the name of a coffin at best
A hell at the worse
To curse into carrying
To clean and dismantle my form like a rifle
Like god or somebody like him
Purpose wrung out, distended
Determined to pack every inch in
The sun didn’t come out for this
But I rose and I did
Oh God
I rose I did
Oh
Swallowing neologisms
The state of humanity
Has nothing to do with me

Oh
Swallowing neologisms
The state of humanity
Has nothing to do with me