Sarcaphaguts

Symptoms shouting morning glories
Broken syntax burning stories
And if I chew on the wires will it grant me a dream?
Stuck like a gear inside subliminal machines
You don’t have to live like an effigy
You don’t have to burn like a star
Tearing at the wound to heal the scar
Crooked juries bedpost attorneys
And if the syllables align you’ll make it home for the night
Snuffed out choked out beaten destroyed
I’ll keep chewing the wires till I end this bad dream