The Black and White Years - Orwellian Sock Puppet Show

I'm claustrophobic all the time
These visions in my head, bro
It's an Orwellian sock puppet show
It's like, "Who's this lunatic wearing my eyes?
Okay, I like the things he says, but
The beard though, the beard's ridiculous"
I've been flipping through the inky little flipbook of our lives
So many pictures of dark pockets there
Probably a metaphor in that somewhere
If this is a joke, then why aren't you laughing?
If this is a joke, then I'm not literally dead
I'm close to panic all the time
All these shiny, grief-based fantasies
These Plathian glass figurines so lovingly maintained in ordered lines
Indulge the farmer in my brain, praying for rain

Written by:
Scott Butler

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