toxic lives impressed by sin
excuse my build i'm boxed to spin
like circles far around the moon
or better words that come too soon;
obnoxious is the gentleman
who bombed our lives with hydrogen.
in hailing smog for oxygen,
the unposessed implore again;
inert in our kinetic grin,
so generous, so genuine;
devils answer the loudest prayer;
forget the matter, sooth the sayer.
a chain link fence takes it over,
minds are washed out by their doners.
as a prisoner of gray october-
erosion's harder when i'm sober.
and blanket-peace was ripped and stained-
by employers who force their gain.
so while products ship across the waves,
cut me if i go insane cause impact is a patient game.
the flame is brighter than the moth.
someone has to haul the cross.
we're living large so what's the cost?