Narcissistic benevolence, a tyranny in motion;
Lost and forsaken souls, in the holds of a bomber plane.
Look in these eyes and see what they see,
Take a moment of your time, accept our failures.
I wish sometimes the world was a pantomime
we’d all stop our nonsense, the lies, and act in accordance.
But I fear I place too much faith in the world
so I’ll wait on this cold steel floor for ascension.
I hold us all at fault, don’t pass the blame;
Belligerent and bewildered, we’re all just the same
Sadistic, egotistical lies feigning the truth
In exchange for a moment of heaven.
Please, Father, forget what we’ve done,
our passionless hearts, our reasonless ways;
Our eyes are laced with apathy, dead from the start.
We all praise the white coats, their drugs and their theories
they’ll make us a miracle kiss, and wish this all away.
Watch when the fire starts to fall
and we all turn to gray.
I hold us all at fault, don’t pass the blame;
Belligerent and bewildered, we’re all just the same
Sadistic, egotistical lies feigning the truth
In exchange for a moment of heaven.
“Passionless” by Jason C. Clement
November 21st 2007
© Jason C. Clement
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Submission Name: Passionless
