building cage i can only study the blame

i can think of a word for myself but no name

question darts throw me to the dogs of progress

but they run from what really matters



raised on promises



to the furnace for shade to the dust for a drink

logic's mad and shame doesn't care what you think

the ocean's dry it's only a phantom that you fathom

but the flood comes from the desert



raised on promises



land of the known

free of the brave

they sell us ourselves

the center has moved and water bleeds from broken faces



raised on promises