Fault and blame is equal in shame
But the difference is over well wisher's disdain
Hold back a tear and choke the words into
Patterns of well received posthumous recuse
Is it the chase or the kill that lessens the thrill
Of winning a spot amongst surrealist realistic
Reels and reels of debacle end all
But let's not get ahead of ourselves just yet
Start at the middle
And work your way back and forth
Start wherever you want
It's the ends that really matter
Shape your thoughts without premise
Shake your thoughts free from the knotted twine of
The earthly and worthily sought after divine
But it's just a thought
Do what you want and stand
Shoulder to shoulder
We stand but do we demand
What's right in our eyes
Or their words ripe with lies
Bolder and colder
The stronger will grow
Until the lessers, upsetters
Slash and burn the throne
Shhhh
Don't tell