Just a Ride -

Wickered wishes hold the flames at bay

No water for the martyr?

Oh, what a shame…

Progress is a riddle of delays, serendipitously arranged

Watch the embers wither into grey, and the filament fade

Oh, and the filament fade…

It is the cost from causing choruses

To erupt in front of stages in the dark

It is the cure between the words

And what we thought we heard as such;

Cleverness and sleight-of-tongue

Ordinarily, we’d find a better fit

And organise the messages' intent

With words and scenes;

insinuations

Emotional manipulation, throughout

For no good reason, I’d deceive you all

Just to get the point across

And I’ve been a hypocrite

And I’m certain I have lied

And I’ve been to nothingness

And barely bothered to survive

And I laughed when your levy broke, too

Shed tears when nobody rose to say:

«It's just a ride.»

Wearing the weight of the words we never spoke of

Turning the weathered sign to read their bones

The trap that was set was flawed, at best

The trap that was set was flawed —

Programmed to make ghosts of all of us…

Oh, Time

Gathering us with open arms

To feed these hungry birds of war!

Splitting the line between two sides

But I am neither one

Usher the wind blown into the silos, dead

Treated like cattle while we listen for what’s next

Secretly, we’ll take its pulse, dropping from the eaves

Tourniquet the pace as the rhythm bleeds

Oh, Time

Flattering us to see ourselves

As something more than we define!

Where does it leave us, when we cry?

It’s not any skin of mine!

Only locked in these days, as our wonder dissipates;

Why did we wait so long to call out?

Hello???

Don’t you know we know you know?

Don’t you know!!!

You were brave, with a free-talking mind

And a voice that is still a-cry for life!

And no matter what we want, we want to be loved!

Yes, we were here — we were afraid!

We paid them for the right

To commit our own ego’s suicide

But I believe it’s just a ride!