And now for a moment of wisdom

Gullibility

And we’ll continue our pathway, 

To the stars in the heavens, 

If we keep on our souls, 

and the worst of the tremors. 

So keep feeding us lies, 

And always, we’ll listen, 

To the spread of opinions, 

Claimed as fact; but known as fiction. 

We’re the pawns, white and black; 

In the cruel game of monopoly, 

A wish deep in the pit of a well, 

A deep kiss to then strangle me. 

Handing me goodbyes, 

To send out with all my dignity;

Why keep the fighting up,

When it’s all for surrendering? 

Let’s keep our perfection up;

Our corrupted; blind; perfection. 

Maybe someday our God-damned government

Will show us some fucking affection. 

So where’s the war, without the weapons? 

It’s in our blood; engraved in our veins;

We keep the bloodshed high; our compassion low.

Off the list; they call our names

To be the first to hand back 

your birth certificate; 

Saying, “No thank you, I don’t want it.” 

This life is much too delicate.