A Patch of Fog in Purgatory Lyrics

It's a patch of fog in purgatory.
It's the tired epilogue of a tragic story.
It's the afterward and the denoument.
It's the index and the codex and the coup de grace.

I was fenestrated
That's right, thrown into a window
Up from the street
And into a mouth
With someone else's teeth.


It's the Sandy Claws of the Easter Fairy.
It's an ice cream cone that falls in a cemetery.
It's c'est La Vie and c'est La Guerre.
Es lebe Deutschland and God bless Amer.

They devoured him like food
Inside of a toy.
Spirits atrophy
For the daddy of this house
Who's mother of his own catastrophe