You pierced the breast of god and tore pink asunder, When the compliment swells and arises and eats all the living organisms of your ego Cameras will glitz and glamour And spew forth all those undocumented truths Of fragility you didn’t want to get out Some immortality or truth you fantasized about Which has now gone terribly astray In the prime of talk nothing we say has any real totality or meaning to it It’s all construed into some big ideology or pathological lie That we intend to interpret and operate on Rhetoric or some pattern in the system To which is lost in the vain of some strewn misconception Engines laced and locked The conspiracy of some political machine Whining about the modernization of Darwinism It’s a well-oiled lie And if it keeps you going Then it works And if it works Continue the course
