Ascending Forth ​black midi

[Chorus]
Everyone loves ascending fourths
And everyone loves ascending fourths
Oh, everyone loves ascending fourths
And everyone loves ascending fourths, everyone loves

[Verse 1]
The paintings of orthodox monks on the wall
Impotent Mark puts his pen to forehead
Waiting for proof of his unquestioned gift
As three open windows bring air to his cheeks
The rest of him smothered in three sweat drenched sheets
With commission spent and date drawing near
And no newborn zeal or written ideas

[Verse 2]
A receding hum, akin to pink noise
Escapes his cerebral hand that toys
Miserably clutching, it never avails
Without resorting to kitschy entrails
To stand up tall and straight is to break one leg
Since last third quarter he has not got out of bed
Meanwhile, envoys follow the stars
And the arcs of the larks
Further north to collect the work
Promised to their employer noblemen