Benjamin Beak - Flightless

I am a nervous wreck
Popping some Percocet
Mind like a serviette
Controlling the surrogates
Three headed like Cerberus
I smell the burning flesh
I've got a burning itch
Reach my eternal bliss

I am a looming threat
Loose gun on your movie set
I'm scary as Kubrick
I'm just a dirty wretch
I'm not even thirty yet
I just see certain death
Not like one person left

King of the castle
Dreams in a capsule
Mountains of garbage
Sing from your trash hill
Toad from a tadpole
One man's trash is another man's casserole
Used to be the mackerel but who needs the sauce
Pretty ladies cut out from a cardboard box
Hand puppets talking from the washboard socks
I'm the forgotten child the one you left behind
Sleeping in the parking lot cursed life of crime
Penny thieving friend deceiving self-defeating swine
Many evenings never sleeping
Many beatings never eating
Belly screaming empty feeling
Gently squealing smelly peeling
Gun concealing face down I'll die

I made you a shrine from my tattered-up clothes
Head from a pumpkin scaring off the crows
Moldy decomposed while I lost all my function
Eating me alive as they're tearing off my nose
Seeking my destruction they'll hunt me until I'm dead
All the blood I've bleed
I've led them to a trail
It's only time they'll takes what's left
Then throw me back in jail
I walk the streets covered in garbage back sheets
No one acknowledges me wallowing entrails

Life's a dichotomy
Open lobotomy
I lost my mind long ago
I lost a part of me
I lost the lottery
They placed me in poverty
They'll place me in pottery
Yeah my only property

I'm from a worthless lot
Freak from the circus shot
Priests from the churches betrayed me
Left in the furnace and caught
Flame as I burn they all watch
Drinking their bourbons and scotch
Worshipping words on a cross
Deserting this bird for their flock

Written by:
Benjamin Lewis

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