Shades of gray
Hate influence
A constant truth

Put into effect
The question
On a dead friends face

The tragic
Stance he used to fake
Passed away for circumstance


A forced exit out of
Innocence

The right to choose
Stays in her head
Systematic ignorance

A politicians
Hand in your pants
Searching

For what he don't have

Creating new obscenities

Harassed
And broken down and in
An eye towards

Eternity
A passing glance
And half a chance

At sanity
Shows you
Things... they get away


It's all we can do
To ride it on through

No one
Leaves the caravan


Feel the signs
The jazz... the band
Affection

For a certain time
A haze of mid-life
Drunkeness

You're crucified for what
You're art says
If art is

God... true art has left