Breaking Glass
Making no distinctions between
Right and Wrong, as the world upturns
The Ages fade, Fads stay the same
What's a misguided psalm?
Men believing in a god
Who died a million years ago
From not existing, different strokes
Change the world, make it go round
Breaking Glass is a victimless hobby
Save for the silly folk, that due their best to get caught
And give us, the martyrs, a scapegoat
Sociopaths, they have the right idea.
Model life is very existential, don't you think
Ever noticed how they're all thrown out of windows?
Like discarded trash, bits of Broken Glass
From the socio-politicians, who love their toys?
Their children are then taught by television
Heaven forbid parents take a stand.
So pile em up into the minivan, take them to soccer practice
Like you're good parents; no wonder I Feel Sick.
Let them grow up conformed, naive and unknowing
Unlike Glass Breakers, those in prison, those who fought,
But then you tell them not to, and what do they do
Disobey you? Who could have guessed?
Television's on the fritz? Babysitter's sick?
Well pick em up now and tell them you just don't give a shit
You're lying your ass off if you say otherwise...
Wait, you said it, thanks Mr. President.
So they grow up smoking weed
Living in apartments where the asylum bleeds
Because all the rats in those stained white walls
are Punctured, what a symbol to their lives:
Mocking birds and Broken Toes
Glass diamonds and Oreos
Shattered Mirrors on the wall
Doesn't that just about say it all?
So lets make no distinctions
Pertaining to the extinction
Of the human race, it's funnier that way
Change things, make the world revolve.
The Original Concrete Poet
A place of nothing, forgotten:
I lie in crates and boxes
Covered in shredded papers
And jade stained blankets
All of which have seen too many better days.
My face, broken and bleeding
Blending with the concrete
Stained Secular
From everything her secret eyes have seen
They rest within the cracks:
"Don't step on the cracks
Or you'll break your mother's back."
Says the old nursery rhyme
Who would dream of such a thing?
Their mother's back broken?
Better than her heart, I suppose.
My teeth are rotting away
(like the would be corpse of my body)
Not from gum disease or decay
But from lack of Calcium
I haven't had any milk in a long time
And miss that sort of thing.
Funny how you miss the little things
like life, chocolate chips and girlfriends
When lice build cities in your head
Ragged beanies serve as futile protection
from their armies which
live where I find it difficult to sleep.
Concrete
doesn't hold heat
very well.
And heaven help me, I can't escape
I hate myself for everything I've done
And I can't go home
Life's too hard there
Though I fall every mile it takes to stay alive here.
And I'm frozen tonight
Tommorow's dawn might be my dusk
And still, I'm afraid to cry,
lest I be heard.
Whether I live or die
I know, the buildings are my only friends
They hear my mourning,
and do not condescend
or talk out of turn.
And the rats that live here
Are my only security
because deep down I know
That if I die before I wake
they will be here when I'm
Gone.
Exposition Song
The End.
Come so quickly
Run freely- Speak clearly
Prophecize, Realize
The truth is in the hand
Not the eye- I see sound
Spin around, turn abounds
And hate the reasons to die
Wonder why?
Death and Truth are in the cards
Shards of Glass
Time passes like sand
In once upon a time land
Exposition
Ssh...listen
You'll hear it
And all you have to do is give a damn.
