Tenebrae

Command and repose and perfect posture

Set up to segregate afflictions we foster

The words fall dead, slip down the side

The wounded risen up and taken from the worst ride

Out in the cold when we speak solid breath

We make our moves under cover of death

Outside the walls with the sick and insane

No shade or shelter from the shame-flavored rain

And I can see it's the same as before

Condemned to suffer the seeds we have sown

To the degree that we reject and deny

Too greedy, too selfish to try

Deadbolt the mind, unplug the phone

Deny the promise of what's freely been shown

Just turn away, pretend it's not there

The strings of ignorance grown too sick to care

Out on an island of self-centered spite

Lay in our beds under cover of night

Curl up and weep, narcissistic in vain

No shade or shelter from the shame-flavored rain

And without a shift in course

We will approach our destination

Can you deny it?

Throughout the flames that scorch the civility

Right off the page of a selfish history

The tide turns to create it's union

Now's our chance, time to disconnect

Preserve some dignity, a system to respect

It's been justified and relegated

We bog down in our symptoms of despair

Too far along to pretend we even care

Pretend you fucking care