Binging on Faith

Binging on Faith

Barter the boundaries of this plastic cup

Passed around and throwing up

The contents of sucking down faith in spades

God coming down and all around and never seeing the exit to this maze

Or the mist around the aura to the specter

To the image of the lecturer

Barking out the borders

Of how all this shit stays in order

Celestial bodies comet tailed into the ice age

Paleozoic reptiles under the same restrictive guile

Pumped out in anarchy, why the hell

Are we the only ones responsible for taking the lead?

For not fucking this planet into Armageddon

Are the insects buying what he’s selling?

Contributions in instinct battle cries

Pollinating the instruments to direct how to survive

The desegregation of every being in creation

How the hell are we responsible for seeing what seems so comical?

That we have a chance to circumvent these individual national anthems

For a war to discover our own salvation under some dudes stack of laundry lists

Of all the things we each would rather not give up

Freedom like a reason to disengage

Freedom like a reason to maintain the state

Of complacency in me

“My American dream is to have it,

A little bit better than my parents ever had it”

Lost refrain, because this is the first generation to drop the claim

On the floor and fail leathery is pounding that nail

Faith in spades and failed the grade

Need an anthem, impale the stagnant way it has to be

To see being free as free, only a footstep away

From the price ancestors have paid

All forgotten, respect for that which is greater than us gone rotten

Like the side of the wooden ships that sailed us here

Termites got their fill on all the bitter pills

We are too insulated to swallow on our own

So stay in the drive through line,

Watch the excuses of court room tv crimes

And pray, and pray and pray for someone else to have to pay