Totally insane and in quorum flat
Repudiation
Reflex springing back.
The basic lack of blither
As weight falls into place,
Malignity hangs freely in space.
In a perfect world, honesty redeems
But meanwhile, you gotta lie
To get the victims back to the furniture,
To make repentance a chore, not a relief.
And everywhere, no victory, no happiness, just
Explanations and the bankruptcies that will brings.
We brush off insanity like flies.
We fight disease, we fight desires,
We fight 'til we are merely fighting
And hollowed out by our resistance,
Susceptible to every warm buff and grazing buzz
The wind hangs upon us.
And she will not understand anything less than total control.
And who am I to say that?
