A Tragic Blunder

I've held the gaze

Of beautiful women

Only the Lord knows just

What they were thinking

Like my consciousness

A tragic blunder

I talked too much

Destroyed the sense of wonder

So I flap my rotten wings

Beats like heart disease

Joints begin to seize

As I try to make my peace

The only true release from

A tragic blunder

My soul is a spectral tapeworm

An analogy to make

To make you squirm

It grows to match my pace

With the physical matter

In which it is encased

So I flap my rotten wings

Beats like heart disease

Joints begin to seize

As I try to make my peace

The only true release

Yes I flap my rotten wings

Beats like hearts diseased

I flap my rotten wings

And my joints begin to seize

I flap my rotten wings

I flap my rotten wings

Beats like heart disease

I flap my rotten wings

I flap my rotten wings

The only true release