There's an abscess
In the temporary absences
We grant ourselves
When stashes under mattresses deplete
And spirit vanishes
An absence of compassion
Passing glances pass for interaction
Defended the traps of this contraption
Oh
Now only for the sake of argument
We're all left bleeding by the monument
With failing vision
Willing to neglect what care demands
Caravan
I've a sickening suspicion that I soon won't have a seat
Clinging viciously to every bit of property
Seething from the knuckles
Buckled under moonlit certainty
In this ceremony
It never occurs to me
I've been complicit in a quick descent
Less and less traction on the cold cement
Another barrier to make for easier command
Caravan
Bleach and riesling
Peace isn't easy
Reason for being
Not everything is pleasing
Nor should it all ever need to be peachy
But don't tell me we're all trying completely
Don't tell me we're all trying completely