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forgive me father
I've sinned been caught
perpetuating wrongs
I screamed in accusation and yet convinced
that still I can somehow be better than I am
if I can only bring myself
to step in one direction
but all this progress I've made
has left me bitter and afraid
I fold the doors and let the
trappings of my life
surround me and hope to God
Nobody calls,
but trust the scratching in the walls
To be my comfort and my shelter
from the world around me
Ignore the whisper on the wind,
forgive me for what I've sinned
I swear I'd not cling to anything
you'd care to show me
To save me from improper thoughts,
that modern miracle of sorts
Against a tide of advertising
and survival of the fittest
Condition has been set
and every new potential threat
Must be eradicated from the
face of all that's sacred
Don't you stand before the cause,
I'll be hysterically yours
In death to any reason,
evidence or explanation
So
tell me,
what have I become?
A middle finger to the sun?
I traded fireworks for love
and I was left with nothing
But paper shards and empty shells,
a burst of sulphur blown to hell
It just might be that all this history
has taught me some things
I'm taking lessons from the past,
I won't build anything to last
But engineer to fall apart the
day the warranty expires
Keep the wheels turning round,
keep my flag pinned to the ground
Just don't look back and don't look down,
in fact try not to look at all
You'll see opinion dressed as facts,
see definitions inexact
And explain away the darkest days
as misinterpretation
And it's dumbing down, it's so uncouth
Like there's one single fucking truth
I couldn't battle right along
Could be so uncomplicated
And swagger dripping from the stage
Curse the impatience of the age
It all takes time, and time is money
Money talks, and talk is cheap
Cheapest runs in either way
From seed to forest in a day
And by the time the summer's set
There's only dirt and
matchwood
So could it be the end is nigh,
and the time brightly standing by
is now upon us,
everybody look for some distraction
I've thrown my patience to the wind,
forgive me father,
all my sins feel like they're woven,
double stitched into the fabric of