thursday wakes up silent...

i want to believe Geoff
when he sings “we are cured, we are cured!”
he’s a good man
and normally i’d accept his word
but the air in my lungs, it burns
the taste in my mouth is sour
for the people who want
to kill us all
are the people
with all the power
the tears falling from my cheek
are weak liquid particles
atoms escaping from my face
giving chase to a forgotten idea
i don’t wanna c ya
after the final solution is performed
and the deformed minds
take control of your will
passing pernicious bills
on capitol hill
while we gargle seminal swill
shot across our teeth
like lies injected
with batches of belief
none of this makes sense
should i lament?
or repent?
walk in these shoes
of soveriegn cement?
to sink in a river of deceit
and not think before i eat
swallowing this 5 (inter)course
naked lunch
i have a hunch
that i’ll soon be
in the belly of the beast
or at least
crawling up its throat
tossing out a note
a letter of acceptance
sealing my fate
as of late
i don’t really feel
like fighting the power anymore
just giving in and bending over
sucking it
like a whore