Maybe I should just kill you now. When we turn our backs on our consciousness we put more than ourselves at
risk. I could kill
you. I could burn your eyes and hop the next train so you could never find your precious new
life. What drove you not to create but to
destroy your life? The second seems like it's speeding up. Window
fogged with lifelessness and I can barely see through it. No thanks.
You will move. When you smell it burning
down you will move.
In the midst of the conformity of the work world, sometimes the act
of arguing with the newspapers or evening
news is our only indication that we are still alive and kicking with an open mind. Once we
forget to be outraged
by injustice in the world and begin concerning ourselves only with our jobs, we forget what it is to be
This song is about the war with myself in the struggle to find meaningful work while being surrounded by
and opinions. It is a reminder to feel.