Sul Ponticello - Intronaut

Cries of outrage

Seem to go unanswered

The sound of dying on the bridge

The sound of pleading for dear life

No justice for the loss

The empty disavowals of the wicked

As endless incarnations play out in tandem

Our fundamentals are gone

How is it that the more we evolve

The more we endlessly regress?

«To protect and serve», and yet no one is safe

After so many mistakes we haven’t learned a thing