There’s
been an enormous shift in crustaceous earth.
There’s
been a radial procurement in alien craft discovery.
There’s
been found to be, clandestine operations using radioactive ants, enlarged to
the size of bison, which will attack upon command.
Strip
away; strip away
The
fraudulent,
Strip
away; strip away
There’s
a vacancy in covenant
Between
man and his fellow man
And
so the sparks fly
And
a song has the melody, even the tonal qualities reminiscent of the beautiful
ballads used as backdrop soundtracks to the most tender of the famous Hollywood
kisses ever seen.
But
the song, we soon find out, is for the lack of heart.
And
the words, when listened closely, can be understood, to not symphonize love, but instead, to ode the darkest side of humanity, our hatred and our blight.
Between
the lies and hate, somewhere in between, I still have faith in love and
fate. Deep inside, I still believe in
the eternal dream. I must, for if I
should stop, then tell me, “What purpose is left to be?”
