SO- WHATEVER I THOUGHT WAS WHAT I MEANT TO SAY
BECAME THIS THING IM NOT, JUST UP AND WENT AWAY
ITS ALL MAKING SENSE BUT IM CONFUSED AGAIN
PICK YOUR FRIENDS, PICK YOUR SEAT. WHAT CANT YOU CHOOSE AGAIN?
MY HANDS ARE SWOLLEN FROM POUNDING WALLS AND CONCRETE
MY PLANS ARE BURIED IN HOLES UNDER A ROTTEN TREE
SO I PUT ON A FACE THAT YOU CAN TOLERATE
A BLACK AND BROKEN DISGRACE. 4 LETTERS SPELL HATE.
Pillaging women and raping the tombs.
Accosting the children while still in the womb.
Funding the mental assault from the throne.
Fundamentals destroyed on foundations of stone.
A departure from grace-while the devil saves face-our intentions replaced.
We've got no home. They've been burned down.
Or washed away. Tomorrow has drowned.