Individuals run for cover,
For the multitudes of thoughtless clones
Have reached a critical mass, have reached a critical
Individuals hide in fear,
Under cover, sheltered by the wafer thin
Veil of intelligence, thin veil of
Individuals, nowhere to be seen.
Urbana is oozing,
Like a bloated carcass, with maggots,
in the desert heat, cooking in the desert heat
Oozing, with progeny writhing and desperate for input from
determined, someone more determined.
Congregating in invisible circles,
Half a part and half apart,
All too aware of
Pushing on with soul and heart.
Individuals don't pray for forgiveness,
When pinned up against
Under siege of persecution, under seige of persecution.
Individuals command exception, and accept dichotomy,
Maybe you can't choose anymore, maybe you can't choose anymore
Procreation without gain or purpose,
Languid wills and
Catapulted ever faster by the arrow of time
You take yours and I'll keep mine.