Anonymous ID: f1c156 Nov. 29, 2020, 3:59 p.m. No.11833843   🗄️.is 🔗kun

The hour is out of joint

black sun has arisen

and the river of words

is flowing on through

the cages of tradition

and they're handing out emptiness

we'll take it cos it's given

free with this plastic innocence

and these standards of living

 

Questions lighted questions

burnin' holes into my head

hanging like shadows o'er the sun

staring out like the eyes of the dead

and sometimes my soul flickers

when the wind of change blows cold

over the mire of repetition

down the corridors of rigmarole

 

What I say, what I think

what I put down in ink

I'm only trying to find a way to understand

and I mean no harm

I'm just searching for calm

in the storm of mankind

 

Do you find it there

in the sea of faces

that drowns you everyday

or in the silence and rubble and empty spaces

where children and rottweilers play(ed)

is it buried in the praise given so cheap

with a meaningless movement of the jaws

in the looking glass that flatters you

or in the rattle of hollow applause

 

Blind circle, moon and sun body willing, mind undone

one pain ending while another begins

lies, ruin disease

into wounds like these

let the truth sting

 

From the hub to the limit

through the urban hollows

out into the poles of the extreme

to echo through the numbness

of these godless minutes

in the shadow of delusion's regime

 

And here watching the night

as it opens like a flower

and the day starts to rust

time pound a silent hammer

on this empire of dust

and I'm thinking bout the bullet

and the TV screen, the dollar, and the clenched fist

and if we're searching for peace

how come we still believe

in hatred as the catalyst

 

Oh through the borderline

in front and behind

one pain ending

while another begin

 

lies, ruin disease

into wounds like these

let the truth sting

yeah

let the truth

 

And I feel it from the pit of my stomach

into the ditch of my mind

inside the chambers of my heart

as I stare half blind

at these walls of cardboard

at this space that I've rented

at your beauty that is crumbling

though you try so hard to prevent it

 

On and on

body willing, mind undone

one pain ending while another begins

lies, ruin, disease

into wounds like these

let the truth sting

let the truth sting

let the Truth sting.