overprocessed and under prepared
in the poison cycle
how we breathe in the air
as it wears away our legs for the new day
i would’ve sheared the shepherd
i would be the sheep
but the field was dry
and cut by dead creeds
and on this red hill
stood a headless machine
the narrow gambler
he doubles down
and in this time tried pattern
holds a pale face to drown
and there’s no honor in these hours
symbols for meaning, symbols for self
but i know i'll be standing still
wedding in a wasteland, a new birth
end of progress please take my thirst
dine on rotting crows
where was the worth
scowling faces, they're covered in dirt
where's the connection
condition lost
the wheel of growing and growing
is grinding on
i can’t see the sun
i can’t drive the ash from my lungs
i wake up and whisper
the same old song
when the sun fell
and gold drained away
all the grinding in the dark
it bled out from the rain
with private trains passing
cages and new names
i was there
by waves and romance
now with hollow promise
as the years flow in to weigh on my wrists
as i wait slowly and still watch the drift
new growth on a barren aisle
as a pile of rust builds on bitter signs
as i sleep through it all
i sleep through it all
where's the connection
condition lost
the wheel of growing and growing
is grinding on
i can’t see the sun
i can’t drive the ash from my lungs
i wake up and whisper
the same old song
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