Ommateum Lyrics

The scent of morning toast wafts throughout this little house down on the coast

Captains log, from the room where I pace the most

Little ramblers, scattered along the inlet, just a stones throw away

From the place where they used to race the boats

With no place to go, the sound of the motors cuts through the air like a hacksaw

Just in time to interrupt my favorite show

The virtues of reticence and sterility I've acquired

At the expense of losing all remaining patience, though

Well, y'know. heres the thing. it's kind of related, so

Something I even had to pray about a couple days ago

Suddenly veered off, on an unfamiliar, shaky road

With brain fog and phantom whiffs of gin that irritate my nose

Just made it home, in time to start dinner

So I run with scissors down to the place where the basil grows

Sometimes I feel just like a dog getting kicked in the head

For no reason, other than just to show how deep the pain can go

Bask in the joy of enmity. ache for the sweet solemnity

Ask for the sky to peel away. ask for the sky be rent. be rent in twain

Bask in the joy of enmity. ache for the sweet solemnity

Ask for the sky to peel away

Feel what you feel but know it's all brevity

It tends to be that stacks of letters over take my desk

Pens and bottles of ink, as I do my paper tests

Anachronistic, how the days get spent

Every so often here and there, little aphorisms get engraved in jest

That's a real wax seal; it feels real great to take and press

And seal, and send pages of agitated text

Give it up, and try to take a rest

Time to shut your eyes and try to let the butterfly take effect

I saw my fate and gazed upon the time and place of death

And about the same frame of time is when I heard; the angels wept

Tried to look at it all for what it was, in greater depth

Taking steps to say this is the way that I became adept

The scaphism and the faith it presses its weight against

Sometimes I feel just like a dog getting kicked in its mangey head

To the five daughters of zelophehad

And every living creature underneath the ommateum of Jehova God

Bask in the joy of enmity. ache for the sweet solemnity

Ask for the sky to peel away. ask for the sky be rent. be rent in twain

Bask in the joy of enmity. ache for the sweet solemnity

Ask for the sky to peel away

Feel what you feel but know it's all brevity