Rhys Langston – Morning Becomes Apoplectic, A Follower's Prayer lyrics

Clock ticks are irrelevant
Settlement, the present tense
Deed is an exegesis
With a felt-tipped rhetoric
Scratch and sniff
These ashy palms
Smoking desert kiss

Placebo christened with that
Flick of the wrist

I’ve been in sediment of the
Epoch’s layers deep
Carbon copy of my
Like page’s physique
A play count as oblique
All scriptures written cut out
Of my abdomen and sewn back
With Rap Genius caesarian annotation

Marginal status
With the noose in the lattice
Unconscionable praxis
Theoretics on my axis spin cycle
Raining high heavens on my mattress
Drool-stricken mornings
Waking up to crusted mouth fractures

Forgive me for all these scriptures
Forgive me for all these scriptures
Forgive me for all these scriptures
All sense spent on well wishing

Forgive me for all—
Forgive me for all these scriptures
Forgive me for all these scriptures
All sense spent on well wishing

Forgive me for all—
Forgive me for all these scriptures
Forgive me for all—

I know I won’t be recognized today

I’m a plot device
Dim foil headdress
Refracting upon the headlights
Curved dialogue when protagonists sleep
I’m still up at night

Framed in unbeknownst
But rehearsed speech
Crushed dolomite
Reading rights to obsequious pardons of
French exits

When mornings become apoplectic
And slept-on electronica
Fills a vacuum
I seek the circumspect
Keep my eyes wet in this
Moving traffic fishbowl
My optics are shifted 24 hours
In length to catalogue droll

Not an allegory to [Sic] better circumstances
A drip-line gushing
Missing pair of blood lancelets

But a metaphor to [Sic]
Elementary probabilities
Second chances spun on Quixotic windmills

An allusion to a minor key

But an anaphora to [Sic] a trudged speed
A permit to [Sic] that concealed weapon

I am my own epinephrine

I’m an inverted apostrophe addressed to
No possession

A series of quotations attributed to
Bold-faced irrelevance

Forgive me for all these scriptures
Forgive me for all these scriptures
Forgive me for all these scriptures
All sense spent on well wishing

Forgive me for all—
Forgive me for all these scriptures
Forgive me for all these scriptures
All sense spent on well wishing

Forgive me for all—
Forgive me for all these scriptures
Forgive me for all—

I know I won’t be recognized today

As I bolt my head up to rise
In this time trial
I humbly seek significance
Quantifiable in numbers

That one of import may walk through turnstiles
And recirculate my thoughts most worthwhile
For those in action of
Insights, audience, and reach

I ask forgiveness for all these scriptures
All sense spent on well wishing
Minute hands holding hours
Self-immolating auto-da-fés
In the shower

In the name of the non-gendered parent
Offspring, and all-encompassing spirit of Wifi
I do ask and beseech