I’m not obliged to
A photoreceptor cavalry
absorbing time, generating some state of mind
Devouring costumes
as scripted as champagne rosaries
an exile for every fragrance that struck a chord
But sometimes I cross my heart like a volunteer, an impulse I could never shake
I’m right here, but once in awhile I can feel myself just melting fast in the arms of the state
Now I feel a stale icon in the wake
I'm an extension
of funeral posture architects
impostor pride feeding networks of satellites
The plot's an invention
so shed all your suitcase artifacts
it's a franchise year for the bargain bin hemisphere
But sometimes I cross my heart like a volunteer, an impulse I could never shake
I’m right here, but once in awhile I can feel myself just melting fast in the arms of the state
Now I feel a stale icon in the wake
Now I feel a stale icon in the wake
Now I feel a stale icon in the wake
Now I feel a stale icon in the wake