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 is where I cut my teeth
To fix the broken thing in me
If there's a shadow underneath
The phantom is the fallacy

The 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 fingertips
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
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

Bird of sin on my windowsill
Brushing up against my shelter
Hollow bones and they fracture
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