The conception of solace is a foreign concept
As each new nights brings with it new vices
And with those comes the voices
Tearing at the inner workings of my inner ear
It is a long lost notion that this nation suffer through its regurgitation
Deliberately falling to be picked up by gorgeous angels
To falter just to be carried by lustful mermaids
In the midst of catastrophe they leave the video playing
While they go fornicate with woodland fairies
It isn't planned to be this way
It isn't envisioned to be chaos
It isn't hoped for catastrophe
But it is openly negligent
The caps are left off the pens
Loose wiring is attached to shattered bulbs
The super is out on a date
Not with a partner
But with himself
Obsessed with his own selfish self worth
Constipated with ideas
That he kept backed up so that he didn't sound too smart
Stepping in line till his ideas are in line
Lost are the original thoughts
The world saving plans
Overflowing into the overflow
Like so much rain water
Sucked down the gutter
Forgotten and smelling like raw sewage
Don't judge me if I can't sleep
Don't stare at me with seedy eyes
Just because my mind wanders
A excess boils over
And we are fed the burned up leftovers
As cataclysm feeds cataclysm
Just because a game of texas hold-em
Was more important than nuclear launch codes
Committed to a hospital for mild irritation
Right under the sensitive spot
Right behind the groin
Where they were swiftly kicked
When they tried to make a positive impact
Now satisfied with making any impact
As long as it gets them on the talking video box
Solace isn't here
Solace went away
Solace is,
well,
astray.
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