For Lack of Perfect Words

For Lack of Perfect Words - Soilent Green

Do me a favor

Make it sooner rather than later

Follow me with a sense of pride

A fool's errand held you back

Like it was a place to belong

Nameless for all to forget

Some things never change

Rabid dogs on short chains

At least the end of a phase

Time to conform to this change

A fear feeds back in repeat approach

Locking doors to fears

Of lonesome times

Encompass our abandonment

In works toward mutual conflict

Committed to meet the defense

Of these counterfeit actions

People never count their own flaws

When comparing social status

In grips of frustration work

For a goal of satisfying tempers

Days get closer

Time runs dry

Tighter and constricting stress on the brain

Teeth in tongue

Your words unsung

Questioning the devotion

Of a lifelong choice

Apathetic controversies

Of the weak for this helpless day

Victims of this self resistance

Not standing up to this mistake

Inclination of tradition

That instills a shallow taste in life

Out of this abyss

Of childhood innocence

Psychotic episode of this negligence

Be a man

Pull the trigger

Abandonment of self destruction

Murdering beliefs

In defiance of freedom

The bonus is far too little

To give up blood

Reclaiming what things need to stand for

These apathetic moments

Art of deceiving

Tyrant feelings in the turnstiles of consumption

Practice what you preach

Is such a glutton's term

Ignored all evidence

Of a declining ambition

Who is the one that should be law

Would we follow

Would we fall

Trusting leaders with blind ideas

Feeding this system

With our own blood and tears

Absent in this argument

Can't even imagine truth be told

You'd do it if you had the balls

This choice in your course of action

Like a dog on all fours

Now crawling back for remorse

Use the same conviction with dying lips