Tryst With Mephistopheles-Owen Pallett

[01:01.000]I stumbled on the summit's path [01:07.500]Clumsy, clumsy [01:09.900]No paragon am I [01:13.000]I can't even keep my shoes tied [01:24.400]I've been in love with Owen ever since [01:30.400]I heard the strains of Psalm 21 [01:36.600]Standing between the choirs [01:42.000]As they sang, "Laudate Dominum, Laudate Dominum" [01:54.000]Damn, I wrote it down, but I left it in the pocket of my other jeans [02:05.700]Scrawled across the foolscap: "I don't know what your devotion means [02:11.000]I don't know what your devotion means." [02:17.000]And up, upon the summit I can see [02:23.200]The one I worshipped as a boy [02:28.970]The Creator, The Great White Noise [02:34.800]The Great White Noise [02:55.500]Charged and charging up the ridge [02:58.400]The chests are empty, the coffers too [03:01.400]They float in the flood, and so will you, I swear, so will you [03:15.700]"Your light is spent! Your light is spent!" I cried [03:21.600]As I drove the iron spike into Owen's eyes [03:27.500]The sun sped cross the plains like that cinematic moment where [03:33.500]Humanity and nature collide [03:39.400]When you think, "Everything's gonna be all right," [03:50.400]Just before the hero gets a bullet in his side [03:56.400]Just before the hero gets a bullet in his side [04:17.400]Whizzing off the clifftop [04:20.400]Listening for the spatter, thirty floors below [04:29.100]Down come the vultures [04:32.780]I will not be your fuel anymore [04:41.000]Now the author has been silenced, how will they ever decipher me? [04:52.400]I hope they hear these words and are convinced [04:56.900]You never even knew me [05:04.000]I draw a bruise on your brawny shoulder [05:10.100]Scratch my fingers over your tattoos [05:16.000]The author has been removed