The process never wavers for you* The agenda is clear. Feed on your precious, fictitious glide Nothing's ever true for you. Stain your kin with decisions A thought for you to review Can't find a frame large enough Built to surround the 3 of you. It's coming, moments away oh it's coming I say! Not charming, deplorable and just alarming, I say Maddening, on so many levels it's saddening, I say
It's coming, any day now approaching, I say. Not for me to just disagree. Not just something to do. Like a mouse on a wheel I feel I can't run far enough from you. Do you feel when the knife cuts in That you're somehow more alive than you've ever been? Almost... Maybe? Maybe? Never! Your fictitious glide is forever.