11 - Tall Tails

it doesn’t matter who you are you won’t get far
it doesn’t matter where you've been you die in sin
 
take a look at the places where the devil cracked his tail
follow closely the spaces where the earth pushed back her veil
realize the natural order will encompass and prevail
it’s harder to get your crippled ship home with wooden sails
 
we're at the mercy of a merciless goddess
with an ego but without a pitiful thought process
you better drop and seek forgiveness
shut your mouth and stop the protest
she understands a little anger as nothing more than a nuisance
 
it doesn’t matter who you are you won’t get far
it doesn’t matter where you've been you die in sin
 
well I probably propped up the probability
but it seems just as likely I'll end up hosting some hostility
boasting my utility through escaping sensibility
placing bets on winning but betting losing’s an inevitability
 
I have the ability
to make my life a fire
raging so hot so long
it could out burn the sun
 
so why am I sitting here next to a camp
fire that can barely keep me warm
a few glowing embers are
all that's left of my passionate form    
 
it doesn’t matter who you are you won’t get far
it doesn’t matter where you've been you die in sin
 
you always end up alone
 
time out
I’m gonna find out
what’s wrong with me
right after I find out
what’s in the afterlife
waiting for me
there’s no easy answer
if its cancer
or a heart attack
a bus hits me
or I just collapse
under the weight of my own misery
 
history has shown
one time and again
that the only way to be remembered
is to sin
the only place to keep your memory
will fade from within
when your spirit
leaves your body
and rejoins the galaxies swirling spin
 
high up above us
not by distance but by perception
keeps us from seeing
this energy collection
it’s a roadmap of the stars
and its traveling with us all
we're just a waiting game
trying to arrange
some transport calls
for making the journey
to end
 
what’s gonna happen
when our captors
come back and collect
on their capital
I don’t know
but I’m sure I’ll see it soon
there’s only a few more moons
until our final bloom
sound those bells
and swell that eternal monsoon
we swim so blissfully into doom

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