The confusion the came in the fall of '87
You warned me before my ears ever heard the shake
And sixteen years on I found you placid peaceful and floating alone in that water without so much as a swell or a wake the psychosis we nurture in some inner sancta
That suffering is ours and ours alone
A callous dangerous and inert indifference
If the chosen topic of discussion is agony
And the semblance of altruism we wish to maintain
The intention is to reject that rule
And in every way lessen
Avoidable meaningless pain