We were promised more looking at the lore
The soreness ignored won’t be restored
Forefathers spoke of it some odd years and four scores
Yet the horizon ends before the shore
The picked bone of contention on the picket lines
The declarations that the wicked signed
Made the rest bend over like they had rickets hinds
We sat voluntarily blind, decadent tickets that bind
Reality shows on a big screen, reality plotted swift schemes
But the eyes stuck on the gleam, fuck admitting what really seems!
Rather the cold comfort of fridge creams and enriched genes
Than the warmth of a nuclear singe beam and cringe screams
The twilight years of our species, median IQ hits peak
Brain drain to cranium leak and lexicon modern newspeak
No crossover class leak, no mingling the fated poor and elite
No last ditch concerted eke, life’s good, so to speak
No rebel, no cause made, no planted trees of which you won’t see shade
Minds made to mentally masturbate, into the periphery, problems fade
The greys have no shade, morally bankrupt hedonistic head crown placed
A thin line between bravery and foolishness, that is now blurred and frayed
Hear me recite this here: http://soundcloud.com/ankitt/frayed
