Nights in the Desert
Lines of contrition painted on your face
Guise of a smile
Do you have no shame
Noise pollution deafens though your mouth wields only breath
Deceitful transgressions and carelessness
Run. You're wounded. Rabid
Find a new home
Hide. You're damaged. Savage
Fit to die alone
World's not safe for strangers; quit your hitchhiking
Talking on your telephones of tin can and string
As your conversations falter, you can feel your knees growing weak
Connections all short-circuit from blind disease
Run. You're wounded. Rabid
Find a new home
Hide. You're damaged. Savage
Fit to die alone
As your soul levitates to the sky
Your inevitable descent is of your own device
No happy ending for this fabled tale
Heart for the mending much to no avail
Does your world outside slowly wither
All your trees dissolve into dust
Nights in the desert alone with selfish love
Autor(es): Capuchin Twin
