The Lash -

The lash is on it’s golden nail inside the master’s house

It’s not needed now, dreams are working for the nonce

But that lash, is being taken down they’ve thrown bones enough

And don’t love to hear us whine

Some refused to sign

Some lit themselves on fire

In the labyrinth cities

Endless rooms

The economic chain

In the endless rooms, heads dancing in their tombs

The hairless apologists, cook their schemes

Aspect of the leech

War lines to my home

Rust to gleaming chrome

The lion’s share, the lions' share their kill

The system drinks unknowing, blindly draining all and we are all it’s cells

The bloodless routine evil, greying cloud of working

Hydras head grown back

Every daughter, every one, every mother’s son

The knives in their upward stab

I do no good, I hold them by the blade

That’s how I was made

The towers never show their roots, yet underground

The dwelling of the low

Wanting, grasping souls

To the middle bricks we are

Worth, shallow

Not enough, never enough, don’t give up, I give up