Of Rare Reform

This silver lining is only a mirage

Held up by the crooked spines of our pasts

As weak as a sheet of paper

Our paper spines will collapse

And we thought they would hold us up

We stare upon this empty junction

What's left for us to conceal

We're sowing seeds of destruction

This crop of lies we must not yield

Count on each finger the lives trapt

Suffering for what cause

Buried beneath your thoughts

Are immanent signs of light in dark

Suppressed by self contradiction

Now release this vile decadence from within you

Upon this place of emptiness

Each spark a spew from within your bowels

Begin a reign of elegance

From thought to mouth

From mouth to speech

Speak out against what we've been told

Lead our nation to a new place

Away from this pit of black

Count on each finger the lives trapt

Suffering for what cause

Billions alive and stagnant

Starving is now a habit

Stop this before we collapse

We can only last so long

Force fed to the point of starvation

Because lies are so unsatisfying.