The Oracle of Nassau - Pyrrhon

There are no crowds out on the streets

No neon lights, no beautiful people

Just vacant windows staring down

At the heaps of ash and charred rags

And the avenues yawn between

Ruins that spike like polygraphs

At the half remembered husks

Int he cordwood-bundled clouds

Why won’t you fucking listen to me?

I’m so close to finding the right words

Look past the sores and the slurring tongue

And take my reality into your heart

You think I’m pathetic

But the truth is mine, not yours

Because when they cut me open

I saw the future coiled up inside