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