Aphids

There is a bird of my sin on the windowsill Crashing up against my shelter I hate the hollowed out bones and they fracture The stranger tells me, "Back down" The sparrow follows the thread I try to remain untangled I feel the leech in my throat I'm holding it up to a blue flame Close the deck on the parasite Cut the cards and blow out the flame Follow the thread to the other side There is blood in the remedy There is blood in the remedy And this where I cut my teeth To fix the broken thing in me If there's a shadow underneath The phantom is the fallacy This oil is separate It covers against the blue flame My words are now useless Crushing me under the weight The stranger tells me it's over Look at the burns on your finger tips Repetition is dead Looking for proof in the chrysalis And now you've rendered me voiceless Sparrow bones and my wings clipped I know there's blood in the oil I know there's blood in the oil Close the deck, cut my teeth The phantom is a Close the deck, cut my teeth The phantom is a fallacy The sparrow follows the thread I try to remain untangled Now I feel the leech in my throat I'm holding it up to a blue flame The oil is separate It covers against the blue flame My repetition is dead Looking for proof in the chrysalis The bird of sin on my windowsill Brushing up against my shelter Hollow bones and they fracture They'll drag me down and I suffer The leeches down my throat I'm trying to take my hold onto the blue flame Cut the parasite