Time

Time is an unforgiving father in a confession booth stand.

I can feel spirits in the air.

Oh, grave pest souls malinguering for time to contemplate death that isn't fair.

 

He left his indelible impression on a young girl in a bar,

just before his rapist friend took her home.

He was a sensual magnet of hate

and his seething imagery of life was more than he could bear.

 

A savage conductor.

A pile of dung.

A pile of trash in the noon day sun.

 

An unforgetable performance

in a play that god's had wrote.

That csars beheaded and presidents praised...

in this we're raised.