Low Heaven Lyrics

in not wanting to have their eyes pennied
and/or a bone shown broken to the open air
they're...
praying for their lucky stars to shoot...
we remain such gluttons
for the generous threat of being
supreme to a man mold maker with a tendency
toward the more dramatic side of everything
we are...
flattered i'm sure,
and what does modern child mistakenly chalk up
to the humongous h***genous win column of god

the swapping of a dearest dead pet for a fresh one...
finding someone else's wallet or say, a snow day
they're...
threatening their lucky stars to shoot