I'm a pompous guy when
Long wrists lie on
A congress-sized
Seat for three honest guys,
Sin spawns despise,
Despair longs for sighs
With iconic rise---
---Am I the
Hydraponic's prize?
No song decides
What's wrong with minds,
That's on the lines
Outside we've longed for
The pawn's demise...
We've drawn the cries, and
We've conned the flies
To live lower
While we give over
Their odorless lives-
Show your disguise,
It's wives and lawyers and
Why is a toy your
Voyeur supplies?
This isn't preachin',
It's livin' each and every day,
Let me weigh the reason
Against the rules we bend
For schools to teach 'em to stay...
It's your kin that take the
Greatest portion of war's sin,
But before we begin
Beware we've sort of been forced in...
It's tour's end, and
Which company's next?
Somebody's necks are
Scorched again but we rest and
Assure the win....
Thought's just a thing,
But lots of it brings the
Light of lost souls
Crossed with life's woes and
It's awesome to sing...
The cost of it seems
To be awful, possible dreams
Where knowledge will gleam
Like gold and be told what
All of it means...
But until then
We still spend so many
Moments unnoticed,
Thinking that it's
The status quo that's
the problem and
All of them know this...