What do you do with the one Who refuses to see? Show them what is Not that the world is good But that the world is bad, bad, bad Choking itself until It coughs up its own Beauty And in its death throes stares deeply Into the puddle it made Seeing no reflection But each droplet a universe And epoch Each day reborn out of itself Now you grab the one Willing to take the crusade Of Flesh to its uncertain fate And say, "Look! Your future has no gate! Don't pass it or you will find yourself where you began!" And hope, pray they don't get it The confusion is the lease on life Only a fool who is certain is willing To give up the boney temple So convinced of anything That his windows beyond are clouded There is no where else to see for him It is all seen It is all done With the introduction To anything at all The lease will be renewed Never show them what's past That's why they are certain Show them nothing And you will find that they Will be willing for one more Go And now, these people Who have lost the edge The edge of reality dulled And pockmarked for them The razor edge Only draws blood when untended Are said to weep silently Now, who the **** can show me The one man who weeps in quietness The unshared daggers Carried in stomachs are not silent Because the neighbors can't Hear them Wounds to tend are your own Until the inflicted cuts Slice through every blast barrier Please ask, What's the selling price of a share Of loneliness? Be careful about it If you keep it to yourself Somebody will try to invest And **** it all up Leaving you poor And empty handed When the inevitable tumble happens Share it Share it truly and it'll be cheap But rich in itself