Light the Wick

The ozone's gone all wooden Kneeling on the birds The timbre of the new year Eking out the words Denial's in the airy walls The sinew, taut on bone Tub-eyed, caught in crevices An iron egg disowned I'll hold the soap for us, I'll paint But I cannot do this What was the aphid's name again? The kitsch of raw belief Denial's in the airy walls The sinew, taut on bone Tub-eyed, caught in crevices An iron egg disowned I tell you, no need to rot in your seat Light the wick and speak Trim the diary fat Arrange your limbs roughly I told you, no need to rot in your seat Light the wick and speak Light the wick and speak Light the wick and speak Light the wick and speak Light the wick and speak