It is an affront to suppose
That normal would be the path I chose
That fake would be the web I weave
And plait into ribbons on my sleeve
I’ve got the fire burning eyes
And you are smoke full of lies
That choke when I breathe it in
You try but you can never win
To build back with the bricks and mortar
Of flying high on the daughter
Of the supreme wing
I’m eagled and everything