Lampshade Halo

Buzz through the static where the street light hums. Faith flickers in the bulb 'til

the fever comes. We worship the one, but the one don't stay.

It kills our wings while we beg to decay. Teeth in the glow,

pupils dilate. Dancing on the edge of a filament fate. Light's a drug

and I'm feenin' for faith. My halo's a lamp shade frayed and fake.

Whisper to the wattage, pray to the glare. God's voice echoes

in electrical air. I saw a shadow of myself in the stare, and it told

me the truth ain't never been fair. We don't ascend, we circle the