It fucked up my whole day,
A whole fucking country says fascists are okay?
And so what am I to say?
Left alone with my heinekein and too drunk to find my shoes,
Still I feel I'm smart enough yet to choose
More than cheap booze
And cheap cooze
From the local bar scene
But do i look so smart from what the locals are seeing?
Can I forget my ivory towers' are poached
From peaceful giants?
That I'm trained by my mentors to approach
Their evil sceince
With a stubborn reliance on esoteric foundations,
That are more or less unknown to the mores of most nations?
I'm facing, a crisis of faith that I have predicted:
My base wants and higher mental faculties have conlicted
Since I shifted my locus of control to myself -
And then was told there was no soul I could hold as my wealth -
There went my mental health,
And I never quite faced it.
I swore off money in my heart but never really replaced it.
Now I taste it -
Bile in the throats of those I'll never know -
They never hide but never show
Wild against the glow and the shadows cast on my cave walls
If I can't save this one can I save all?
Fuck those who gave all!
They set a standard that's just mocking me
Knocking me -
Pushing my foot on the gas pedal as the police are clocking me,
Stopping me -
Something that no one else can do
For I hold myself back just to hold back the truth:
I support the power greed delegated,
So long as I'm medicated
Reliably relegated as I sit to be educated.
I see so many sure footed,
But lost on the waves
Giving up their own hearts wooden
As the cost of the saved.
While I like moss on the graves
Live every day with oblivion
But still I have to keep on growing,
Where is Gideon
To call the faithful men from the fields?
To wipe the sweat from so many brows
As we lay to be healed?
I spit directly in the way of every man who ever kneeled simply because what's all around us doesn't match what we feel!
The pain is intense, but do we then follow the prophets,
Seeking out profits defended by
Star Wars rockets?
Its the way of apostates to take the next best,
Then flaunting their ill-gotten gains in blind excess
The nexus of choice and power is found in birth,
The old men make the best decisions, but they themselves have no worth.
May the children hold hands, bend and kiss at the earth
For all those who were last shall yet come to be first....