from
Wabi Sabi,
released March 13, 2019
On we fall tumbling and fumbling the ball like a drunk that swam the mirror hall.
For a shoeshine and a necktie of subservience.
Ski slope psychologies and dead mythologies who dares to question ideology.
I, said Jesus and the Buffalo.
On we fall running on emptiness falling through the black hole too slow never whole.
For a flag blood red and dangerous.
Delusions and confusions and cartoon illusions a promenade of oppressor conclusions.
This insanity a normality.
Are we gonna sleep forever in this corporatocracy?
When we gonna stand for nature we're like horses in the sea.
All on board the fairground ride bring your children to the carnival of plastic faces.
And the cold dead eyes of the genocidal.
That measure our insecurities by burning the houses in the forest where the lovers go to die.
This insanity a normality.
Are you we gonna sleep forever in this corporatocracy?
When we gonna stand for nature we're like horses in the sea.
Fresh meat cries the governer of the fragmented order every second the downbeat of a goose step