Senate knives, senate knives, get em here!
Freshly sharpened and tipped for cult blood,
Taking a community to slash out wispy death,
Doing the raw work the followers didn’t finish,
Used for stabbing at the bronze face of Mars,
Yet blistering out a barren faced August turn.
Anger without loving purpose, will find its purpose upon all others,
Hatred without honest reason, will inflict cruel vengeance upon you,
Fear without living kindness, will echo your worst intentions to reality,
And control without humble submission, will trap you in a dark prison.
Okie, well that was that neighbourhood,
Such stories have I glimmered spacing,
Lets see what happens at next pacing...
I trodded these street just a little too crazed,
And now shadows haunt each walking step,
But I'm moving more central to the mischief,
Now I hear the arguments from my window,
So naturally I got to start my worrying early,
Of watching my body walk again without me,
That living dissociate of downtowner gossip,
Fallen for false eyes and loosing saner mind,
Before long I'll be falling on the lawyers floors,
And pegging articles of love on church doors,
Mincing words with unspeaking stone statues,
And wandering alleys alone looking for justice.