Trenches This is where they pull the trigger Pull the hair back eyes get bigger see the white? It’s how we know they’ve lost Grab onto the bleeding neck place the kisses of regret This is how we kill everything that says we’re only soldiers Tell them everything they want to hear that you’ll take them, that you’re near that they never had a say in the movement of our bodies Bite the lips that plead for more Hold the heart, and burn the core This is what we’re fighting for This is who we are We’re deviant morality A world for only us to see and we’ve come to break the subtlety we lived our old lives through There is danger in our open mouths suspense evolving on our tongues hands grasp onto fairytales they’ve learned to corrupt the innocent ones There are bodies on the battlefield and daggers waiting in the cold a command we wished we did not hear we know we aren’t  ever coming home   The Bombs of Our Time We die on open streets, like all the air in the world is overexposed in hotels, and private schools, we suffocate, and the uniformed poison our oxygen we’re the chemists and the police, the illiterate, and the deceased, and what we become, we believe, born bereft of the disease, live to live, and then we leave intangible and not perceived scraping the skin from our earth, beautiful is a new word, cover ourselves with layers of fabric, when so many others go without it and overindulge, do what is told, because its what’s done, and we wouldn’t want to be the only one not following the path marked so clean besides, there’s nothing else to see, not really we’ve grown accustom to the pain of the century, bones that strain, lungs in pain, wet from the rain, and beginning to think that insane is sane, senses abused, all flavors common, all overused, natural isn’t real, real is Red Dye, freeze-dried, and de-thawed sleep has been outlawed, there is no time Children touch, but not for love, in lust, in lust, lost in lust, and no more trust, our secrets bind us till we’re dust The rich dimwit opportunist filled for a scholarship, and the brilliant immigrant, continued picking oranges shot down by the gun, a racists pig bleeds on the carpet of the white, white house What have we done, what will we do? How did we forget, all that we knew? Killed all our crops and built all the machines, Replaced reality, and lived in our dreams. Created medicine to fix the fine, Lost sight of the ride, and lived life in line, instigated war, with the bombs of our time The Bombs of Our Time We die on open streets, like all the air in the world is overexposed in hotels, and private schools, we suffocate, and the uniformed poison our oxygen we’re the chemists and the police, the illiterate, and the deceased, and what we become, we believe, born bereft of the disease, live to live, and then we leave intangible and not perceived scraping the skin from our earth, beautiful is a new word, cover ourselves with layers of fabric, when so many others go without it and overindulge, do what is told, because its what’s done, and we wouldn’t want to be the only one not following the path marked so clean besides, there’s nothing else to see, not really we’ve grown accustom to the pain of the century, bones that strain, lungs in pain, wet from the rain, and beginning to think that insane is sane, senses abused, all flavors common, all overused, natural isn’t real, real is Red Dye, freeze-dried, and de-thawed sleep has been outlawed, there is no time Children touch, but not for love, in lust, in lust, lost in lust, and no more trust, our secrets bind us till we’re dust The rich dimwit opportunist filled for a scholarship, and the brilliant immigrant, continued picking oranges shot down by the gun, a racists pig bleeds on the carpet of the white, white house What have we done, what will we do? How did we forget, all that we knew? Killed all our crops and built all the machines, Replaced reality, and lived in our dreams. Created medicine to fix the fine, Lost sight of the ride, and lived life in line, instigated war, with the bombs of our time Thirst The hunger has gone cold has willed away basic humane conditions and obliterated tolerance for the misunderstood once, he was loved by a girl he made promises he had purpose hunched, and heaving, an emaciated being, claims they’ve got it all wrong but they’ll make ashes of him before long a lame intuition, an impulsive decision he used to be hungry with ambition won awards, and was respected now he hungers only for food he used to dream of furthering organized society he used to thirst for attainable things cruelly reduced to a subhuman he now only thirsts for water Thirst The hunger has gone cold has willed away basic humane conditions and obliterated tolerance for the misunderstood once, he was loved by a girl he made promises he had purpose hunched, and heaving, an emaciated being, claims they’ve got it all wrong but they’ll make ashes of him before long a lame intuition, an impulsive decision he used to be hungry with ambition won awards, and was respected now he hungers only for food he used to dream of furthering organized society he used to thirst for attainable things cruelly reduced to a subhuman he now only thirsts for water Atlas Are you going to be that man, Who carries the world  or thinks he can? Atlas,  your arms will fall, petals drop off every tree And with them--  the sea’s will slide down your cheeks, An oceans worth of casualties   Atlas Are you going to be that man, Who carries the world  or thinks he can? Atlas,  your arms will fall, petals drop off every tree And with them--  the sea’s will slide down your cheeks, An oceans worth of casualties   A Cure for Technology Men will overturn nature They will rewind the day They will construct the towers That will keep god away They will eliminate the oceans They will poison the pure They will concoct the chemicals The disease is the cure They’ll fall over their monsters They’ll break open with grief Into the hands of the women Wrought with ancient belief What must we do When their hands grasp our skin with contempt for the world they’ve renounced their souls in? If we can not rewind the motions send them back to their caves freeze now their oceans in still-motion their waves Can we not burn down their houses? Can we not settle the score? They’ve take liberties to destroy us there is nothing more A Cure for Technology Men will overturn nature They will rewind the day They will construct the towers That will keep god away They will eliminate the oceans They will poison the pure They will concoct the chemicals The disease is the cure They’ll fall over their monsters They’ll break open with grief Into the hands of the women Wrought with ancient belief What must we do When their hands grasp our skin with contempt for the world they’ve renounced their souls in? If we can not rewind the motions send them back to their caves freeze now their oceans in still-motion their waves Can we not burn down their houses? Can we not settle the score? They’ve take liberties to destroy us there is nothing more