I Went Over the Edge of the World

<p>Oh the hymns of angels<br/>Suffer over the stench of the 21st century<br/>Nothing is black or white<br/>Or devoid of industry<br/>The face of monotony<br/>The litany of popular culture<br/>I face the microphone and fumble in my pockets for a change<br/>A break from the deranged world of<br/>Plotting out the death of art<br/><br/>And I went over the edge of the world<br/>And felt the sting of all it&#x27;s words<br/>I sang the song of elves and birds<br/>I saw you in my rear view shades<br/>And drank from pools of night time café&#x27;s<br/>I stopped over just to finish up<br/>I turned the knobs and called your bluff<br/>I went over the edge of the world I face the microphone and fumble in my pockets for change<br/>A break from the deranged world of<br/>Plotting out the death of art