Shades of gray

Hate influence

A constant truth

Put into effect

The question

On a dead friends face

The tragic

Stance he used to fake

Passed away for circumstance



A forced exit out of

Innocence

The right to choose

Stays in her head

Systematic ignorance

A politician's

Hand in your pants

Searching

For what he don't have



Creating new obscenities

Harassed

And broken down and in

An eye towards

Eternity

A passing glance

And half a chance

At sanity

Shows you

Things... they get away



It's all we can do

To ride it on through

No one

Leaves the caravan



Feel the signs

The jazz... the band

Affection

For a certain time

A haze of mid-life

Drunkenness

You're crucified for what

Your art says

If art is

God... true art has left