LOSIN' END
and if this life's your canvas
don't hesitate to paint you purpose
over walls that paint your direction
shout the thoughts your world is too scared
to mention
or have you been shackled to the sitcoms
or have you been guided by the tabloids
or are you just a mass consumer of popular opinion
we've been organized to think and feel a lie
and if you're thirsty for some truth
there's a fucking fountain inside of you
overflowing by the seconds to flood
you're empty life
sharpen out the dullness you've been programmed
to deny
you look to groups and movement
don't hesitate to paint you purpose
over walls that paint your direction
shout the thoughts your world is too scared
to mention
or have you been shackled to the sitcoms
or have you been guided by the tabloids
or are you just a mass consumer of popular opinion
we've been organized to think and feel a lie
and if you're thirsty for some truth
there's a fucking fountain inside of you
overflowing by the seconds to flood
you're empty life
sharpen out the dullness you've been programmed
to deny
you look to groups and movement
Xi Montecute
Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd,
To-morrow sharpen'd in his former might:
So, love, be thou; although to-day thou fill
Thy hungry eyes even till they wink with fullness,
To-morrow see again, and do not kill
The spirit of love with a perpetual dullness.
Let this sad interim like the ocean be
Which parts the shore, where two contracted new
Come daily to the banks, that, when they see
Return of love, more blest may be the view;
Else call it winter, which being full of care
Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.