"They got...
Sick and tired
Of being...
Sick and tired!"

We will go in circles,
Die the same old way.
There is no shame in that,
We will do it better
more style, elegance,
A little more defiance each time
And we will burn out
and die quietly in the end,-
the ultimate obedience
as the audience dictates

But a little more each time.

Silence
Like a scream
In the dark
Keeps me awake
Wandering the corridors
Of my soul

r  15 Nov 13