Once a Mountain, Once a Man

I was a mountain, I was a man, leviathan sealed in amber From the chalice I couldn't stand Plastic cinders line my diaphragm like helicopter blades Sweet as marmalade, degeneration, innocent and delirious My inclination towards masochistic impulse Will stubbornly remain even when I leave this place Chemical fractures make a performer of an actor The ink dries like medicine, compulsive and posing Swirling like dancers on linoleum tiling Obliterate our reticence in stupefied ecstasy Smelling like Turkish tobacco and silly string Your voice turned to a quiver, and we began to sing "I am not at peace, everyone in my home wants me gone" Serenity of amplifiers buzzing in a crowded room This is all we have This is all we've got Tangling our tongues in paper mâché postures like an aftershock Dazzling and surreal It's all so revealing when you're listening