Nasty conscience
In an empty space
Leave out the words
That gets forgotten
Just in case
Nasty conscience
In an empty space
Leave out the words
That gets forgotten
Just in case
Reign size
Is all a matter of perspective
If it does not affect me
Why should I be reflective
On a reign that is less of me
But highly offensive
Top holiday
Before the others
Has now been forgotten
As the stream flows
Faster for the
End of the line
Take the helm
In a shaky ship
Overseas
Of the blunder
Under the
Tip
Rigid umbrellas
Lie by the open door
As the rain sweeps in
From the city streets
We sit just in
Cold nights ascend
On New York City
Again
A merciful fool
Can be an instrumental tool
New to the frenzy
Yet slow to anger
What he is sensing
Me a fool
But merciful I hope to be
Beer eyes
On a late night
Feeling up for the changes
Coming
In plain sight
Beyond the nose
Of the dogs of democracy
Voluntary crazy
We have come to be
No sight
Or sound
Could bring us back together
Now
Where the differences divide
Has dug in quite far
Full of liquid melted tar
Beyond the nose
Will be more problems
Where our senses
Can’t go
My shallow stitches
Have broken
My old ways
Have come out
In the open
Order the new surgeon
In
To make me all good
Again
Thundering crook
Took his last look
At a table set
To make his own
Little did he know
That below the table
Sat a man
Who had the same plan as his own
As the crook grabbed the table
The two quickly became unstable
The alarm rang out
And they both went to jail
Together
Not alone