Wreck

Throw your fist at the man

You’ve got everything you need with your prescription, your houseplant

Throw your fist at the phonies

“Can’t believe you went pop with your commercials, your money”

What does it take to be heard?

One hundred emails, my first born, your good word

Who pulls the strings behind the stage?

Some teenage critic who thinks he’s a wise sage

Oh, where does the good go?

Oh, what’s gonna happen tomorrow?

Oh, why are you hiding?

Oh, why am I fighting you this time?

I can’t keep saying what I think

Like the past won’t disappear just like a bad dream in bad ink

And everyone’s so avant garde

One thousand world views just tugging on my arm

Numb and dumb with burnout eyes

We drank the poison, we ate up their lie

But every day starts good and pure

With coffee, a clean slate, my sin is obscured

Oh, where does the good go?

Oh, what’s gonna happen tomorrow?

Oh, why are you crying?

Oh, why am I fighting you this time?

I can’t keep coming all undone

Technology, morality, my life’s a smoking gun

You have a right to be forgiven

Stop dredging up your crimes

You know what’s done is done, forgotten