The muse spoke to me from the whirlwind, and thought to myself spoken
like a true artist, now I’m gonna drive myself out of this desert, go home
and try to figure out who’s the smartest, I cut thru the oasis of liberty,
where the walking wounded meet the walking dead, I could hear their
words clear enough, but I still couldn’t understand what they said, then I
stumbled upon the scene of an accident, they couldn’t decide who was
most careless and therefore who to blame, the witness said he felt like a
victim just being there, but it was his only claim to fame.
But everyone here I know will go free, and the burden will be put to us all,
we’ll seek protection from the lawmakers, and be defended by the law,
those who knew this would happen have already left town, those who
stayed; stayed just to watch, and with the great courage of indifference,
became as children playing hopscotch.
You cant live here unless you want to die here, you can see the reason but
there is no rhyme, living strictly by these rules, is the most perfect of
crimes, but most of these fools are actually thankful for what they’ve got,
but we’ve seen it before it’s an old hunters trick, the trap and the bait are
one and the same, the side-effects aren't noticed because they don’t
make you sick.
Heros have their reputation to think about, they have to keep the reins
pulled tight, and the goddess of good intentions, who did wrong but
meant to do what was right, it’s not so much cruel as it is just convenient,
it’s like a flood in the heart and a drought in the mind, everybody wants a
guarantee they want their moneys worth, everybody's looking for
something they think they can find, it’s the plague of mortality, it’s the
vain struggle against the fall, it’s this life of us and them, that will be the
death of us all.