she cups something in the cradle of her shivering hands
a piece of body warm candy, cellophane crumbled up
a neon quilted paperclip, a wilted tulip
the stars, the moon, the quivering of the rocking fan
the warping granite, the pastel green lawns, the cars that sped along
she wore a feline attire, whiskers drawn on the curves of her cheeks
she held out her secret, the one she kept close to her feet
while she stayed low to the ground, safe as she hounded out,
"this is my stuff, my stuff you see,
but it is for me, for me, only."

Lets start somewhere new
or somewhere old where its long since we've been to.
Let it be where the lightest bright is ever lasting.
and the night is dawning, dawning but never coming.
We'll tread our luggage and our empty shells to find new stories for the telling
Kiss the road and wish it for safe traveling.
We'll leave old hopes and mistakes to rot
that had pain us through which a time we had fought.
Though unknowning of the sights to see
Excitement is growing, growing deep with glee.

I lost my sanity to you.
Nothing that I could remember
Would restore me to the boy I once were
and bestow to me again my baneful innocence.

My mind was lost to you.
Something I remembered the other day about that day
Though it was much too late
and I never was your preference, my, what ignorance.

You robbed me of a ***** here
And bolts and hinges from every inch of tiny little squares
You stole away, wrote yourself off
and sweetheart, you rebuilt me
I was never more free.

Trip over the high density of our constant lies
We're all out to break and hurt the non-elite
Words and phrases they never meant a thing but to lure you in
This facade of love that we send soldiers like cattle
Down an assembly line to build and protect
A fake America, burning towers tumbling down
Bellowing the sweet sorrows of victims
Whose screams we replay the audio over and over
To divert you from seeing the real culprit  
We are sick minded human beings with the thirst for enemies
We'll kiss everyone we meet on the cheek
And continue to fake what we tell you we'll be
We prefer a stabbing to the back
Never a full frontal attack
And we have puppets
We'll always find someone to replace the current like the forty four before
The people's memories will fade and burn like corpses caused by the Enola Gay
We''ll drop a bomb to wipe out everything mankind has worked for
Because in the end we do not need peasants
We have everything and everyone else has absolutely nothing
And 99% will lay to waste and ruin in the ruins we leave to burn
We'll pity so we can mislead to false hope
Send small portions of rations to schedule feeding underlings
Flouride in the drinking water to better control
Corruption in the oval office classified, uncovered, never shared
Always kept underwraps, never revealed just a hoax.
Lips to ears do the whispers carry.
A promise for a better tomorrow but a date will never be set for peace
So we keep telling you that it only gets better
And we'll think apologies fix everything
Truth is we meant nothing in the first place
Because we'll keep remaking mistakes that we apologize for
Misery is our job
Eating and breathing and surviving on the pain of lower humans
Like clothed animals rampaging through a corrupt society
So we'll let the people let their guard down for a quick second and us, vultures
Will devour them quick in that moment
To find you are empty inside,
We've starved you of what you've needed
Because all along, and everything we've ever done
we never realized once you've all revolted
this 1% would surely fall to pieces.

Stop looking, maybe try harder and you'll stop looking
You're right in front of you but you always look through
Right on through and you forget about yourself
Leave yourself to handle all the messes and all the lies
They pile right on top of each other and breed up the flies

Oh, child what is wrong with a little commitment?
Stop running, slow down a bit and you'll stop running
You make yourself, you break you down
To the bare and naked truth, you'll find yourself out
And you'll learn that there isn't always time to pout

There will be moments to thrive from the fall
Stop changing, be who you are and you'll stop changing
To edge of the world you'll stand and look over
And you'll see that it goes round and round
You'll never escape it just dance to its sound

Stop fighting, put down your weapons and maybe you'll stop fighting
Why is there a need for you to make enemies?
The power is dangerous once you've achieved it
You’ll seek it, it’ll destroy you; it’s the inevitable truth
Before you know it, it's got a hold of all your youth