Sinkhole

Sinkholes open up all down the street

In the paved-over places where rivers used to be

There is a blasphemy written into my stack of meat anatomy

I am physically sick, down to the facile, asinine id

We scratch the itch until it bleeds, down to the wet flesh underneath

Something inert, innate in me giving me good reason

I will take and I will use, I will obey, I will consume

I will pollute, I will be cruel, I will feel better when it's through

Because there is a knot tied in my stomach, up to a covenant with pride

It is umbilical in comfort, like it's keeping me alive

There is a residual violence in the way that I am wired

People are sick, you cannot fix them, so we mostly just quit trying

And now it's back to pills and hatred, back to background radiation

Back to sick to back teeth, back to the wounds worn underneath

Turn your back to waves of cruelty, surf the pain, hang-ten, hail Satan

Back to bloodshot underneath cheap shades

Back to bull-muscled, bust-knuckled boy again

He used to be your

He used to be your friend

And don't you miss being civilians some

You come home soaked in bad guy blood

The little toil that's left undone, the soft betrayal that's yet to come

You tore up my civilian clothes, the good guy skin I used to own

Enmity is we I know, I tore, I poured out milky smoke

It ends with forgiveness, when callouses come, cover split blood blisters up

Come tell me when you've had enough

Back to pills and hatred, back to background radiation

Back to sick to back teeth, back to the wounds worn underneath

Turn your back to waves of cruelty, surf the pain, hang-ten, hail Satan

Back to bloodshot underneath cheap shades

Back to bull-muscled, bust-knuckled boy again

He used to be your

He used to be your friend

It ends with forgiveness, when callouses come, cover split blood blisters up

Come tell me when you've had enough