Is it a common interest?
Or is it the common tongue?
White washed opinions made on an empty throne
I know it's above their heads
Washed in acid and bleach
Another feral rant in here
Another dreamless sleep
Lights roll forward
You're still pointing in the dark
Turquoise confusion
Assuming you're the pillars of society
Rats in a cage clutching at weathered straws
Pumped with steroids and fear
They'll put your sacred lives at risk
Slap it on a screen
Tell them what to believe
They'll take it away
Your comfort in pain
Lights roll forward
You're still pointing in the dark
Turquoise confusion
Assuming you're the pillars of society
Futures put to slaughter
The lords own children lining at up at the cattle trough
Your words are feeling older
The thawing of a forgotten art
Can you feel it?
The thawing of a forgotten art