What do you do
when you feel useless
to the world that
you're trying to save
from yourself?

The revolution remains
in our head
un-manifested
just like us
trying to formulate
the message we want to express

Or the demons we want to slay
with telepathic laser vision
Burning through our third eyes
with our sights
set on the Goddess

The muse in the mayhem
marching away through the chaos
The thrill in the chase
is the biggest cocktease

Meeting us at our sacrificial
sacred places we like to invent
Meet me under the Moon
and I'll make you howl like
watching the best minds of our generation
destroyed by their own madness

That's how to get back at the world
that tried to make us feel useless