Sometimes i despair the species,
uncorked bottles, twist off tops,
and swirling smoke break them to pieces.
Words with no weight make them crumble
Glances slice, whispers mar,
and every crack makes them stumble.

Our souls are not pure but we still expect,
greetings from God, golden palaces,
plucking harps, love and respect.
But yet we're still so full of hope,
Electrified corpses, dancing clowns,
The Jester, the fool, the dope.

And how we love commodities,
The strange, the weird, the oddities,
Like it's all some ****** up odyssey
Just a race to get there first.

And how we learn to loathe the mundane
the dull, the drab, darkened distain
like the good ain't great if there aint no pain
And the ending's always the worst

If we live each breath,
as  it's our last,
Then the gleam shall fade,
from every past.

And our words will echo, if we hope and pray,
that tomorrow means nothing if we don't have today.