Disco Biscuit -

Who’s there?

I’ve forgotten

Who said?

Run away

Run where

Against the wall’s an armed forgotten

This amputee holds mending tools

I look to the left to see the hand on the knife

Chiseled a glance improved the stone paradigm

Must hurry back before the endless rise

Paradise employs the martyr

I’m too willing to take the name from them

Approach the clouds a winged imposter

To trip among the gods so proud

I look to the right to see my feet to the sky

Embellish the fall to encourage the lie

Must hurry back before the endless rise

Paradise denies the lover

I’m too willing to take the name for them

For them

Sever the scavengers' wings casting out from the heavens unbeautiful things

Beggars, orphans, willful widows clutch the ground

Hopeless, outcast, harlots trying to hold on

We’re all so willing to take from them

Take the feathers if you wish I will fly with or without them

Fly on high

Fly on high