Throwing vases at the wall interpreting the shards haruspicy
Of sorts every apex pointing north reveals another lot things are looking up
I've never been accused of being subtle or sophisticated
Now I've destroyed everything I own carve our faces in the floor
They'll walk all over us but we'll track every move rained ceramic on supreme
Arranged like tesserae fields seen from the sky far from being understated
This old house is rather garish blame it on inheritance and greed
I've never been accused of being subtle or sophisticated
Now I've destroyed everything I own I'll never see the light of day I'll never see the light