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Exactly where should I begin, |
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Forgive me father I have sinned, |
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Been caught perpetuating wrongs, |
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I screamed in accusation, |
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And yet convinced that still I can, |
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Somehow be better than I am, |
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If I could only bring myself, |
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To step in one direction. |
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But all this progress that I've made, |
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Has left me bitter and afraid, |
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I bolt the doors and let the |
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Trappings of my life surround me, |
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And hope to God nobody calls, |
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But trust the scratching in the walls, |
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To be my comfort and my shelter |
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From the world around me. |
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Ignore the whisper on the wind, |
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Forgive me father I have sinned, |
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I swear right now I'd cling |
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To anything you'd care to show me, |
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To save me from improper thoughts, |
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That modern miracle of sorts, |
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Against a tide of advertising, |
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And survival only. |
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Poor condition has been set, |
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And every new potential threat, |
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Must be eradicated from |
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the face of all that's sacred, |
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Not just anger for the cause, |
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I'll be hysterically yours, |
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And deaf to any reason, |
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Evidence or explanation. |
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So tell me what have I become? |
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A middle finger to the sun? |
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I traded fireworks for love |
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and I was left with nothing, |
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But paper shards and empty shells, |
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A burst of sulphur blown to hell, |
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It might just be that all this |
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history has taught me something. |
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So I'm taking lessons from the past, |
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They won't build anything to last, |
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But engineered to fall apart, |
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The day the warranty expires, |
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So keep the wheels turning round, |
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Keep our flag pinned to the ground, |
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Just don't look back and don't look down, |
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In fact try not to look at all. |
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You'll see opinion dressed as fact, |
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See definitions inexact, |
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And explain away the darkest days, |
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As misinterpretation, |
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This dumbing down it's so uncouth, |
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Like there's one single ****ing truth, |
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I couldn't bear that right and wrong, |
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Could be so uncomplicated. |
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And swagger dripping from the stage, |
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Curse the impatience of the age, |
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It all takes time, and time is money, |
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Money talks, and talk is cheap, |
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Cheapest road to lead the way, |
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From seed to forest in a day, |
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And by the time the sun is set, |
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There's only dirt and matchwood. |
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So could it be the end is nigh, |
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The time for idly standing by, |
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Is now upon us, |
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Everybody look for some distraction, |
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Throw my patience to the wind, |
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Forgive me father all my sins, |
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Feel like they're woven, |
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Double stitched into the fabric of the World. |
