Pity me in Sequins

When I feel so uninspired

Tripwire to the ground
Falling out of orbit
Silence if I do record it
For in space there is no sound

It's odd how we evolved

To seemingly regress
Scared God is always watching
Until his front door you go knocking
Throw up something to confess

So, pity me in sequins 
Or feathers dipped in tar

Either way it doesn't change
Who What When and Where you are