Paper Eagles (Version 20081202)

Dying to be cryptic in art - Opposite of life 
Convinced I’m on the steel table waiting for the knife
And you might do good to hold on for longer than you can
Reread your inhibitions that you drew out in the sand

A million others offer up another fallen sky
I’d like to take a number but the queue is getting high
Preparing for the last day only opens up the door
If I was breathing in the vapors I’d be out for sure

In every single issue of this magazine I die
I wish for silly little things that I can never try
Knock me over, pick me up and leave me on the shelf
There’s never any apex when you know the way it ends

A million paper eagles strung from one end of the fan

The blades and I are spinning and it’s getting out of hand
To overcome a lifetime of a lifetime of a lie
I’m breaking pencils at my desk and I’m still only 5