Smelling Medicinal

At the threshold of the day,
 I complained of the records you played
 Unforgivable were the sounds
 Of the shit that you blared from the house
 And I guess I was just shaken from the rage
 Hard fisted, pissed, tired and feathered
 Freshly escapen from the cage
 And I guess you were just searching for something to say
 You were smelling medicinal, juggling the daggers
 That I tried to hide away
 Along with the sultry pictures
 That never once met my unholy demands
 The slings and hammers that you've collected
 The poisonous arrows and happiness found in an axe
 The sweet, tranquil end of the day
 Was sodden with liquor, in conditional anger we lie
 Under fluorescent stars stuck to the ceiling
 Your custom made universe, as we take to the sky