Insect Angel

I'm so tired of being sick that it's actually managed to get me depressed. Rather than stew in bed all night, I decided to finally record Insect Angel, albeit in quite a sickly fashion.

A lot of the lyrics are almost embarrassing to me, but I operated under the "no apologies" approach for this and didn't make any lyrical adjustments. Same thing for the vocals...I probably sound godawful, but this actually goes with the subject matter.

The words are pretty inaudible, so if you don't feel like scrolling back to the post that included these lyrics a few months ago, here they are. Lo and behold, six months later, Insect Angel. Okay. Bedtime attempt.

By the way, as mentioned, this was written a while ago (September 23rd, it would seem), and I have even less of an idea of what it's about now than I did before.

insect angel.

tarred and feathered
by request
ten years of blood
vitamins and microchips

they gave me lights
so I could see in the dark
and cut me like a diamond
so none could see me

break my skin
plant a pill
they smell your smarts
before you think of the end

dread Gilgamesh
left ancient dragons boiling in me
I’ve written it on mile markers
but no one believes

through fishflesh eyes
look long, look long
see the indiglo dials
see the secret codes

eraserburn
I checked their hands
and saw the spots
they’d tried to forget

blood from the sky
smells sweet
but they’ve torched my files
and now I can’t reach what I need

what will I be?
all the televisions burst around me
at the symphony
I hear different things

obsidian
are the laws and the liturgy
radars cannot see
the fiberglass coming out of me

this insect angel
is still fixed on the starball
bulbous and stuffed with light
hideous, hideous

I’m classified
and stuck in time
like a sugarmelt
I could swear I once was good

roy g biv
in an oil slick
manta rays blot out the sun,
blot out the sun
think of the end