Sponkulus Nodge - This Town Needs Guns

As you stare down at your hands

This is what you are, man

Never to understand

Itself or surround

So tuck yourself in the folds of your clothes

Don’t put your feet where your mouth once was

Keep a critical mind from the prying eyes

Of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Is man kind?

Or does he lie?

In defense of the most spiteful pride

Aren’t we civilized

That we decide to divide

Each other lives into sides

In wars few survive

If it was the end would we know it by now?

What could we do to find out?

Other than stare up and wait for death to fall out the cloud

All moral objection is treason as fears keep rations on reason

Human beings, what little humanity found

Goodbye, I resign, nice try

Can’t leave yourself behind

Staring back down at your hands

This is who you are, you’re man

Best assimilate with the clan

And do all you can not to stand out