Whose fundamentals I once clung to
Hanging like Jesus himself
From the crutch of rusted redemption
Who’s redeeming qualities proved futile
To the French Revolution
Was it the Romantic Era that captured me?
Or the gore of Realism?
I cannot tell you my friend
All good things must end
All good men will bend the rules
In those times of desperation
All I’m saying is look out for those
Who will swear on their mother’s grave
They have never sinned
Have never been sinners
Clearly that act alone will show
They are the most indecent of all the saints
Free yourself from revolution
Her cycle is slow when compared to man’s lifespan
But still prevalent throughout history
The slow decline, then sudden movement
Such a strong force to change the world
Only to watch her fall back into nature
Once the tension has grown too taught
I cannot tell you my friend
If the day of the dead is when the world will end
But I do know for sure that the end is coming
And has been coming since it all began
The future is here
She is here now, and now
And now
