Eyes flutter back into my head.
my skull crumbles into shattered pieces,
shards glare in eternal light,
my knees collapse like twin towers.
Another child born in a cardboard box,
Pondering why is trashitarianism,
is a new fad, or just a new way to starve her people.
Just another yellow brick in the road,
chanting we built this city on rock and roll,
for the other bricks in the wall.
I would shout as loud as I could,
if I thought it mattered, You agreed
so we shouted together just to watch,
the earth stand still.
We sit and spin more webs of souls,
bound together woven in blood and bone.
DNA,
scribes the thresh hold.
forgotten names we are never told.
When we wake in the deep, deep, sleep.
The whole story unfolds, nor questions nor answers,
nor glories, nor faith...will compare to its blissfull
blindness...to be forgiven, knowing there is nothing to forgive.
When we awaken this Cyclops that dwells deep within us all...
LKCP2KXIV
my skull crumbles into shattered pieces,
shards glare in eternal light,
my knees collapse like twin towers.
Another child born in a cardboard box,
Pondering why is trashitarianism,
is a new fad, or just a new way to starve her people.
Just another yellow brick in the road,
chanting we built this city on rock and roll,
for the other bricks in the wall.
I would shout as loud as I could,
if I thought it mattered, You agreed
so we shouted together just to watch,
the earth stand still.
We sit and spin more webs of souls,
bound together woven in blood and bone.
DNA,
scribes the thresh hold.
forgotten names we are never told.
When we wake in the deep, deep, sleep.
The whole story unfolds, nor questions nor answers,
nor glories, nor faith...will compare to its blissfull
blindness...to be forgiven, knowing there is nothing to forgive.
When we awaken this Cyclops that dwells deep within us all...
LKCP2KXIV
