Wandering faces like clouds on a rainy afternoon
Shooting ducks in a barrel in the kindergarten of their lives
News at five reports that it will be over soon
And all the while their shadows quietly throwing knives
Fooling themselves is the only solution they know
Truth grins like the clown behind the helium balloon
Pockets of cash in the end is all they have to show
Existence like dollars and sense is spent all too soon
Watch the vampires in the filling station as they creep
Watching each other with anticipation of what may come
While those at the pumps silently weep
Awareness and knowledge for them will never come
War not Peace an idea for the left and absurdity for the right
Knuckles white as both hold their foundation faith
All the while neither has a dog in the fight
Working all the angles with their rusty lathe
Confusion of these words is only that by those who are numb
Shake the shackles loose and read the words in your mirror
Only then will the understanding be the hammer on your thumb
What is never was and what was repeating should you truly fear
