Pain In Popejoy's Hand

And it all happened too quickly
With your shoe stain showing
Beyond breath witnessed
And our carpool growing

And the half-breed shakes it off
To reveal the bony exit
Out into his two-fold cemetery
That which outweighs science

A narcissist’s clamored theories
They’re just a pain in popejoy’s hand
But you couldn’t say it
Behind backstreet boy’s lady