Messiahs and martyrs And saviors And saints Sacrosanct Sanctimonious False idol feints Behind gates, Palace walls
By Michael Brandon Marchese3 years ago in Poets
Were you to look beneath the beard Into relation ships I've steered Straight to a last horizon grave Of passiongers I couldn't save
They say We make better The world With each level We add To the sky-scraping Business or pleasure Purchased Edifice
Hallucination detestation What makes you so real? If seeing is believing I say, show me what you feel We all set sights on something more
What lost souls They all must be Upon that rock Do they not see? Each one of them No more than dust Than greed, than wrath
Slavish is lavish, just add the s To the heaps of your Hedonist hordes of excess So obsessed with the best that the West has to offer
To be back in America Comfort and solace I'd find in amenities, Pleasantries, Remedies For my deprived of joy blues
Vaporized Nuclear skies Dehumanized Before your eyes Let shadows stain Your throne of lies And downfall reigns
One of billions hungering For lightning to the thundering Sharing every piece of mind Now starving for a peace to find
Further down the wishing well The pale horses descend The wheel of time is turning As we're thirsting for the end
Sometimes I fail you But to your surprise I could be the truth In your whitest of lies Though you poison my mind With each drop I despise
Though I lead a new tomorrow With a pioneer's resolve I find that Someday I still follow In its footsteps of the settler's