This is the time we make noises
Playing a game of mixing
And we are contrived to play this
It is a painful thing to be alone
But more painful still to be polite
More painful still to have to be so,
So polite
So… kind
And…
Well I don’t want to seem
Ungrateful
Though I am obliged in a way
And then again
Is obligation enough?
Is pain so bad when one believes
In nothing?
To have ideas
To have a philosophy that seems to
Be proven correct by one’s
Experience
One’s L-if-One’s er…
Loves and emotions
Yet it still gets destroyed
Mutilated
It is so easy to destroy
To amputate our destiny
You probably think I am trying to
Justify events to feel less pain
Painkiller
Killer of pain
Painkiller
Killer of pain
You probably think
That’s thee game
That’s OK
But I see you as a beautiful gift
That gave me the only happiness I
Ever felt
And I taught you alchemy
And sacrifice
And like my child
You
Left home
Where is home now?
Who are your new famille?
Are they good?
Will you develop and grow?
Yes love’s never lost
She said to me
KNOW
But
I replied to her
It is sometimes stolen
And I mailed it to her…
Trivial you may say
But no more trivial than being
Alive
At last the innocents
Have
Finally slaughtered the
Innocents
It’s all very simple of course
And all makes sense
Or so it is said
Who are your new famille?
Where are you now?
Will you develop and grow?
Are they good?
This is the tree bending
This is the last straw
And no one can change
What may never occur
Naturally we can all argue about
Anything
And we do
Oh yes!
We most certainly do my dear
Everyone has felt this pain except
For those human animals
I will keep my dog thank you and
Remain here to make a decision on
Behalf of us all
Is that what you want to hear?