AroarA - #5 lyrics

Your eyes are like times your eyes are like people your eyes are like failures to see My eyes are like rhymes my mother's backyard covered with pine needles stabbing your eyes The ground it is misty The fences is silver-sharp spikes I'm out on the edge where I can't see out on the periphery He wasn't right in the head I may not be right Bird sang of the murder The train in the night I wasn't right in the head Good night Irene Not a man or a woman or anything like me Out on the edge where I can't see Out on the periphery Beyond the periphery Where many martyrs fell How far gone into my defect am I? Sometimes my song obliterates yours Your book is terrible, violent and long So what did you do doing your song? I picked up Ossiris But I'm not Isis Looked into a void of love, I fell in Out on the edge where I can't see Out on the periphery