The Song Remains The Same
Rolling out the bones for the medicine show Rolling out the barrel when it's twenty below Make yourself the change that you want to be Make yourself embrace the truth that sets you free Fallow lie the fields they shovel you into A million sallow faces watch but none of them miss you Kneeling at the mural laced with broken down rockets Burn the gods in effigy while lining their pockets And the play remains the game Because the song remains the same Rolling like the thunder falling out of the skies Falling for all the sugar coated alibis Mark yourself upon the face with hopeful lines Break the silence in the thrall of broken minds Shallow lie the graves they shovel you into A million sleepless faces watch but none of them miss you Dampening the spark with profound derision Stand up and shout for the next incision And the play remains the game Because the song remains the same
The broken down rockets in that mural had me hovering at the screen for a second, such a specific kind of wreckage...
Always on point 👉 👈 👇 👌 in your pieces. Thanks for sharing. The flow is there.