I am a scarecrow stuck On your wooden Post With fake news For your trained hopes My skeletons in closets speak With broken mouths Numb to the sound They'll tell you what You want to hear As phantoms flood Your eyes and ears Until you disappear This is an advertisement Guided illness for your sleeping children Years mirror, years mirror Watered soot with broken skulls From womb to tomb In the flicker of a fly Like a shutoff switch In a reflex fit To submit You swallow noise Following static Because I am a scarecrow On your wooden post With the fake news For your trained hopes My skeletons in closets speak With broken mouths Numb to the sound They'll tell you what You want to hear As phantoms flood Your eyes and ears Until you disappear