Here we are, out of control
eating our lips to keep us tame
lodged in crevices
waiting for the dark
there are eyes spying from the skies
when we look up, they cry
So now, we are beyond control
tying our wrists to keep us sane
lest our hands play tricks again
despite our frivolity, we are remembered
as spineless worms of the under-world
squirming here, in our own filth
See, how we cradle hope
sawing our ears to keep us dumb
only lies fuel this furnace
and yet, the congregation thrives
lo witness! the second coming
still only coming
Finally, control is lost
burning our legs to keep us here
in prisons with no steel or mortar
no guards or ghosts to haunt
yet we are gaunt when hope fails
nailing our knees to feed disgrace.
