Lyrics

You rip and tear at the fabric of the earth Not knowing that you rip and tear yourself to bits over the fear of something that is truly beautiful over the doubt that it might not ever come true detach from the umbilical chord of dissension excuse yourself from the conference room of pride of toxic insecurity And thinly bloated masks of relevance For this is not relevant… This is not love….. You are an empty husk Left like trash on the roadside People will stare it you as they pass But they will not stop They will not get out They will not offer up a hand You float voiceless through the countryside waiting to feel something of worthiness Something akin to the prophetic As you hastily manufacture trollish jokes From behind your computer screen Bunched at the middle with age Hunched over like a diseased ape Empty yourself Out Purge Sshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh