Rage Against The Machine

A brief look at love through the lens of a child like faith

Brass balls & eyes with a sliver of sin
Hence, where do I even bother to begin?...
In fragmentation out on its desolate isle
We will know all the more in a great while

In sesation we get desperate & loneliness sets in
Enflamed by passion from within
Marked on its blotted page yet clearly intact
Working too hard can give anyone a heart attack

Today I want to soar to a place that is much better then before
Some our eager to contemplate history
The final line embraced in eager desire
Through a barrage of misrepresentation

Yet still today I long to soar to a place
That is much better then before
To embrace the inner swell of pain
While the entire world outside is totally insane

Through a closed window
Yet for the moment only one can speculate
Through the closed window one can barely see
A very vibrant yet different way of a reality

In swift decisions that must be made

In a painful thrust & shortness of breath
Most only tap into a very small portion of brain
Through a closed window one can barely see
In some sorted variation in a dream

We then wander aimlessly as in some nomadic tribesmen

In desperation flirting with fire in the brain
In pillaged torn rhetoric decorum
Through a closed window
One can claim an inner sense of hidden solitude

We are all in the same cage here
Why do the guilty go free?
Why do the heathen rage?
Why does the sun still shine?

As painted faces lost in time

Were all in the same cage here?

It's just I want to know
How a most beautiful flower does grow
Through its frolic ambiance to unfold
In heights of soaring tears in sight

Still the river still flows out in some peaceful sway
Within tempers on fire yet still some ardent desire
A pilgrims process one can claim
It is so good to know that I'm still in the game!