Joyful expressionless piety
And so much that isn’t strong
Walking down the street in front of my window
Giving me something that will never want me
I play the game, stare into the manipulation
And even though I know I’m being pawned
I hold the merchant in both palms
The way I was born and the way I will die
Give me your big special places
Where is there the love that should squeeze me?
The love I can crawl upon when I’m tired and jaded
Something at least to call my own
And yours?
A blank expressionless piety
And so much that is weak
Running up the road outside my door
Holding away everything eternally
The abyss of misfortune