come out of your grief
there's no crime in life ;
this signature
these beliefs
you'll be sought out
by the weave in your manner
found you chasing a hollow banner
show us all
a snapshot of your soul
there's no sleight of hand
just your self divorce
welcome to design
chalk it up to our crude behaviour
can't sanitize mother nature
feed us all
the habits of your soul
wasted time
entombed in your glamour
clapping in delight
camera chronicles
out go the lights
and out goes the kindness too
so mad at the way you're treated
so ugly as the pressure beats you down
hand us over
the very shame of your soul
let us know your final decision
sat flickering
before your television
grant us access
to your broken soul
address your face in the mirror
ask it's advice like you are its wearer
let us in
the burrow of your soul
fess up
the officials have the room
open wide
and humanize your role
we
shall
clock
the
degradation
of
your
wilted soul
no folding time in a holding cell