Pandemican - Misery Index

…And through all our failed attempts we still proclaim our opinions law

One small step into life and your taken

Taken by a storm of fear

You can’t stop the fleeting of the years

I sing a song of myself through the gaze of Narcissus

A reflection of inert violence

As your average American crusading in the name of man

My reality is life in the backseat riding into foreign lands

In my million dollar box of regret

I’ll spread disease to protect it

My reality is life in the backseat

Gorging on the blood of nations, gluttonous as I eat myself alive

Heed the call of the Suicide Shepard

When they jump I know I’ll follow

Is that our echo screaming down from the tower, now the martyr is your pilot

The Captain is in his quarters, the Navigator’s throat is slit

A 7. mile stare with your eyes on the deep, feeding from their trough full of

sheep

Proclaiming your opinions law

As your average American, always doing all I can

My reality is life in the backseat, spiraling into the gyre

With me my brand old weapon- It’s called my clenched fist