Mouthpiece - Dan Mangan

The disengagement of the bubble is hypnotizing

Some say below the doughy crust the beast is rising

We like to talk about the past

We like to talk about the past

Well we talk about the past like it’s the strangest dream

Then we repeat the things we never dreamed we’d do

I understand that sometimes we all must dance with fuckery

But everybody’s pissing in the well of our suffering

I want to breathe in all the ashes of the books they tried to burn

I want to feel the pages in my skin and understand the words

Castrate fiction.

Call it circumstance

They say her wanderings are dangerous

All she wants to do is dance

Question period’s over

Don’t you feel it?

I do

You’ll be pummeled by the certainty of minions

It’s a puppet show, a theater of opinions

A chorus of flack

Feeder of the pack

You can hear the shaky timbre of the voices most alone

Yeah, it’s easier to sing within the crowd

Those who pretend to believe hardest might actually begin to

The nature of the bliss the warmth of ignorance gives into

I want to breathe in all the ashes of the books they tried to burn

I want to taste resilience on my tongue and love beyond concern

Mass-grave subtlety, leave it for the birds

They say the world, it might be dangerous, but all it seems to do is turn

Bitten by the hand that feeds you

Holding to what you’re beholden to

Question period’s over.

Don’t you feel it?

I do