wash me clean
let me be free
all the debts i owe
you thinkers, powers, men
gone for years
gone in silence
gone.

I'm still here
and, ****, it's loud.

it's hot and it's foul
the air is wet and it sticks
the fog rolls in relentlessly
when i look out i do not strain to see
crimes against humanity
clad in rosy words reminiscent
of ghosts and ghosts and ghosts.