Exactly where should I begin?

Forgive me father, I have sinned

Caught perpetuating wrongs

I screamed an accusation

Yet convinced that still I can

Somehow be better than I am

If I could only bring myself to step in one direction

Now all the progress I have made has left me bitter and afraid

I’ll bolt the doors and let the trappings of my life surround me

And hope to God nobody calls

I’ll trust the scratching in the walls

To be my comfort and my shelter from the world around me

Ignore the whisper on the wind

Forgive me father, I have sinned

Right now I swear I’d cling to anything you’d care to show me

To save me from improper thoughts, a modern miracle of sorts

Against the tide of advertising and survival only

A precondition has been set

And every new potential threat must be eradicated from the face of all that’s sacred

And none shall stand before the cause

I’ll be hysterically yours

And deaf to any reason, evidence or explanation

So tell me what have I become?

A middle finger to the sun

I traded fireworks for love and I was left with nothing

But paper shards and empty shells

A burst of sulfur blown to hell

It just might be that all this history has taught me something

It’s taking lessons from the past

I won’t build anything to last, but engineer to fall apart the day the warranty expires

So keep the wheels turning round

Keep the flag pinned to the ground

Just don’t look back and don’t look down

In fact, just don’t look at all

Or you’ll see opinion dressed as fact and definitions inexact

Explain away the darkest days as misinterpretation

It'’s like the dumbing down

It’'s the dumbing down

It’'s the dumbing down

It’'s so uncouth

Like there’s one single fucking truth

Like good and bad or right and wrong could be so uncomplicated

Swagger dripping from the stage

I curse the impatience of the age

It all takes time, and time is money

Money talks, and talk is cheap

Cheapest road to lead the way

From seed to forest in a day

And by the time the sun is set there’s only dirt and matchwood

So could it be the end is nigh

And the time for idly standing by is now upon us?

Everybody look to some distraction

I throw my patience to the wind

Forgive me father, all my sins

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