I Went Over The Edge Of The World

Oh the hymns of angels

Suffer over the stench of the twenty first century

Nothing is black or white

Or devoid of industry

The face of monotony

The litany of pop culture

I face the microphone and fumble in my pockets for a change

A break from the deranged world of plotting out the death of art

And I went over the edge of the world

And I felt the sting of all its words

I sang the song of elves and birds

I saw you in my rearview shades

And drank from pools of nighttime cafes

I stopped over just to finish up

I turned the knobs and called your bluff

I went over the edge of the world

I face the microphone and fumble in my pockets for a change

A break from the deranged world of Plotting of the death of art