Cull the herd But be aware More will follow More who dare Men aspire Each position Need we call them Politician Can we stop The lies convening Is there anyone All-seeing
Giving out To drink it in Like air to breathe And inhale sin All other sorts Of spirits soar Look through the glass A life which bore A hole in me Now mend a patch And stop the cycle
Take the flask Out from my pocket If it were Some golden locket What's the point If I've forgot it Killing me Slow death you see Can't say why I'm drowning she Adored me once
This bright a day Cannot convince The smallest bit Or ever since This bright a day Survived the dark The cold alike And lived to spark The story of A time inside In all of us
Autumn faces Leaving traces Colored words In telling places Chilling air A child’s dare Season such In paint so fair Coats adorn Grass forlorn Forgetful of A winter's scorn
