LOVE IS AN ANCIENT DISEASE

A TROUBLED LAND

A troubled land
Plagued by excess
Plastic saints
On dying lawns
All empires fall
There's an innate madness
In the troubled land
A colonization of the mind
Poverty and obscenity
Spray-painted golden
Hallucinations bleeding into the natural order
Opiates
Conglomerates
Burning palm trees
And binary windmills
Carbon birds high in the sky
The clean surfaces
Make it look less like savagery
If the blood is spilled far from home
The murderer might avoid punishment
A labyrinth of mirrors
Reflections of reflections
Deluding simple minds
Obfuscating ancient truths
And the permanent things
Con men offering deliverance
To the dreamers and the wretched
Lives reduced to mercenariness
Trapped by time
Trapped in a troubled land
Her words are seductive:
I am here to make you feel
Not to make you understand
We are falling / we have fallen / we are the fallen
In a troubled land
I appreciate your offer
However, I have no use for your reality
I'll hold onto my mythology
I look at you and I think:
It must be hard without a savior
In a troubled land