Fella

There's a fella on The mantle There's a reason for The tide Insects and nausea Fumes leak out From a hole Cold cynical and wretched There's an idol Fashioned from violins Funny thing about having Is that it's quantified By the act of giving Gift and you shall receive As the dead rise to eat the living There's lesions in all my Thoughtforms Focus is worn and sick There's a fella So cunning So clever So slick Lean in And lies in your ear There's a way Out they say And there's an idol Fashioned from violence Funny thing about havin Is that it's quantified By the act of giving Gift and you shall receive As the dead rise to eat the living There's lesions in All my thoughts My focus is worn and sick There's a fella So cleva And oh so slick