Garbage lines the streets
    while vultures and thieves stand in line
    waiting to take a bite of the corporate flesh

But you....you are different.

You stand away from the massacre
  and you watch with innocent eyes
  as all that is unholy is exposed

You see everything

The blood, the fear, the regret
    they burn images into your retina
    until at night you lie awake with fear
    of what is to come.

Yet everyday you watch

You stand on the outside as they enter,
    your friends, your family, your lovers,
    the thieves, the vultures,
    all feasting on the bleeding propaganda

And you can't take it anymore

You run to the river
    and one by one you pull of the layers of your skin
    veins and bones exposed as you step in
    and you keep going

You keep going until you're clean