My motivations unresolved

Things are just never what they seem

Apathy's currencies deceit

Pitch bending radiated dreams



The jackal's wishing well forgotten

Dark cloud sunrise

The view of someone somewhere else is

Burnt in my eyes



How long-Dug up remains

How low-The rotting fame

How low-To see right through

How long-The hole I knew

How low-The clear eyed stain

How long-To set aflame

How low-To be set up

How long-And taken out



The anti-like karma from the crack in a hand

Full painting on a mural in a foreign landfill

Mind controlled by the pulley of the strings

So remote the view from the puppetry swingset



My reservations have evolved

Scenes once negated ushered in

Mercy killings one to one defend

Visionary criminals descend

On knees all burning



A term of useless lifeless thought

What a paid ride

Alchemic jail-cell vivisection

Test-subject day job



How long-To pacify

How low-You still deny

How low-From up above



How long-The creeping crown

How low-The tripping sound

How long-To kick back down

How low-The holy cheat

How long-The leap of faith



These revelations undermined

Controlled belief in leads mankind

Each penny sold and mesmerized

We're stoned

Two-fold reversal beckoning



The binding crayon words inverted

Justice in travestia



We worship acid moans and curbside holidays

Recycle shit we throw away in glossy packaged craze

Maybe in a day or so I'll stumble on that grassy knoll

To set the record straight

Announcing to myself: Wake-up



We kill everything that's not tied down

We euthanize but keep alive the lowest form of prison life

So useful and experimental

Treatment of the sick and dying

What about the torture