Cold cocked by the evidence
I stumbled through the morning in bewilderment
All the weight of the universe
Is nothing set against my sheer concern
That fanged detractors
Can bring this to a heel
And demonize our faith
Til we capitulate
To agnostic security
Softening the impact of hypocrisy
Refined in a passive state
In reverence an image I create
A feigned indifference
Can camouflage the pain
Standing akimbo, raw from the deal
Not every will is made out of steel
Am I desperate
Am I going mad from this claustral heat
It's not quite a start so much as the aftermath of a bitter end
When we fail to see things through
And burn the brush for somebody else
It wasn't an oversight
Leaving out credentials for the afterlife
Both maker & magistrate
Are dicey motivations to behave
Their sole intention
Is keeping you at bay
Standing akimbo, raw from the deal
Not every will is made out of steel
Am I desperate
Am I going mad from this claustral heat
Heavy's the head that fathers a notion
Of a void as wide as an ocean
Am I desperate
Am I getting used to this claustral heat
It's not quite a start so much as the aftermath of a bitter end
When we fail to see things through
What's the worse that it could do?