Went over the edge of the world

Oh the hymns of angels
Suffer over the stench
of the twenty-first century
Nothing is black or white
Or devoid of industry

The face of monotony
The litany of pop culture
I face the microphone and fumble in
my pockets for a change
A break from the deranged world of
plotting out the death of art
And I went over the edge of the world
And I felt the sting of all its words
I sang the song of elves and birds
I saw you in my rearview shades
And drank from pools of nighttime cafes

I stopped over just to finish up
I turned the knobs and called your bluff
I went over the edge of the world
I face the microphone and fumble in
my pockets for a change
A break from the deranged world of
Plotting of the death of art