Thought I saw it coming
it seemed so clean
like spoiled heads
Thought I knew you

Torn from the root
we polish our sores
we let them play
we turn over in envy

Im writhing in envy

I want to come in
I want to see your side
I want to live
like humans do

If the land is giving
then we are finished
all we really need
is self control...... control ourselves

All that we really feel
                                      Is strain
all that we really know
                                      Is marching

Burn the piggys
We'll hold the tower steady
everyone stay focused
We'll hold the tower steady

Until birth
we will never know
Life will progressively flourish
and the gawkers will learn
That there is not much time....... maybe
I hope....... maybe?

Cigarettes filled
the void in our lungs
until we filled that place
with each other,
dependent on something
full of life
instead of something
that fills us with death

Apu used to tell me,
as storms would haunt the night,
that the lightning was from God's camera
taking a picture of all that He treasured
The thunder was the rolling film
ready for another capture
And the rain was from the angels
crying at how beautiful His creation was