Erase



Erase
What they did
It couldn’t be helped
We test change and rearrange
The finite lines that collect behind elusive shame

And what we’re hiding from implies itself
In conundrums we run from
While the media masturbates to the rape of the
Human race
And we taste the disgrace
And we read it on faces
And the hopeless situation finds
Jealousy in pain

Where stained time hides inside
Unabiding pride

Pretending what’s impending was the fault of
Some lying politician
Whose positions have always fed our
Superstitions

Our history is hungry for disaster
That tends to shatter the plaster mold
We sold our souls to

The rock and roll bible
Filled with symptomatic, romantic, ironic, plutonic
Paradoxes, we package in boxes

But the things we create don’t always mitigate
The rate we deteriorate
And fate is a name for tomorrow
Which is almost as far as too late