The smell of virgin pages wafted through the swinging doors and the croaking speech he'd heard from countries counselors before they said "we all care
Everwhere you looked there was confusion, violence, drama and drugs so many righteous revolutionaries spouting utopian love everyone shrouded in purple
Hey mister, don't point at me you shout rhetoric nonsense like a Pavlovian model responding to his questions hey teacher, arrogance is bliss you spend
Sleeping on a time bomb, staring into space there's an ocean of unpleasantries we are not prepared to face sitting on the fence post to watch the storm
There's a boy in crimson rags with a grimace and a spoon, and a little sullen girl face-up staring at the moon and there's no one around to hear their
Have you been to the desert? have you walked with the dead? there's a hundred thousand children being killed for their bread and the figures don't lie
Shed a tear for the criminal, give him something to believe light a fire for the miserable, give the darkness some meaning closed wounds harbor pestilence
Parched, cracked mouths, empty swollen guts sun-baked pavement encroaches on us haves and have-nots together at last brutally engaged in mortal combat
black and white the infrastructure builders flex their might turning true emotion into digital expression one by one we all fall down the gray race
Desolate and without purpose radiating from so many septic sources forming the fabric of a wayward people disappearing as the vestiges of our past scratched
Despite that he saw blatant similarity he struggled to find a distinctive moiety all he found was vulgar superficiality but he focused it to sharpness
The velveteen and oaken soothed the lonely child the parents watched the escort take him while they stood outside the priest was kind and gentle as he