From suburban homes
To the catacombs
Their parents have all tried their best
Yet kids live at their own behest

With long sleeves and short hair
They say that life is never fair
With allowance and stolen money
They run to a place that’s never sunny

A deal’s a deal
To break through the seal
The girls at the knife shop
Just want something to feel

The man at the counter accepts the cash
No receipt needed before the slash
They leave the store with smiles at best

Thinking the man could have never guessed

Adding to their collection
They trade and they sell
Adding to their digression
They confide not to tell

Business is booming
With scars always looming
The man at the knife shop
Knows just what they are doing

Where did my vision go?
Or is this just what happens
When your eyes die?
From the inside

I'm so used to being like stained glass
People, they stare, but can’t see their reflection in me
So what do they see?

Am I unaware I'm unaware?
Or aware of something that isn't there?
I can't tell

Is there something in the air?
Or something that will tear?
I wouldn't dare

Could I be squeezing at gelatin?
Hanging onto the one thing
That’ll be my noose?

Am I so used to nothing
That some things mean everything?
Or is it true?
I wish I knew

Is this the price of rose-colored glasses?
Is it you?
Is it true, love?

That face, I suppose
Nothing’s what I propose
Another sudden lie
Another weighted die

No conviction to speak of
Yet your lips still move
And nothing is true
Nothing is you

Whatever I thought you knew
You never knew
And I was a fool
To think you’d forgot

Everything is loose
Even the noose around your neck
Because there’s always a catch
I put a lock on your escape hatch

A power in numbers remain unused
And scattered are the whispers of the truth
Drawing parallels from the past
Another civilization fails to last

The prophets are all cast below
Yet myriad are the ones who know
The truth that still remains untold
Whilst those that roam are manifold

And many people claim to last
Yet generations came to pass
And all the remnants proceed to vote
To place the horns upon the goat

As beauty is chastised by elites
They replace the chasm with deceit
And spew their praises at the crone
Whilst demons elected to the throne

And when in power, we grow powerless
And this poisoned world became flowerless
And as each sin has turned to virtue
The credulous are all plagued to hurt you

Sloths slow elders to their grave
Whilst greed makes the wealthy cave
To envy is to be the same
As the homeless man who rants and raves

Yet lust consumes the weak of heart
And pride is taught right from the start
And wrath has learned to come in waves
And gluttons ***** through their days

And as the great deceiver lays his torch
The city has been set to scorch
Whilst some remain to seem unscathed
The multitude remain unsaved

Yet many turn to look the flame
And those that did did not remain
The refugees divide to sevens
As they seek refuge in the heavens