An Empty Vessel Full of Potential

A strand from the web of lies we reside upon
Has locked into the words we should have said
Pulling relationships apart at the seams
Impressions can only be used to ruin the main attraction
Laughing until we all just pass right out.
We can do all of the above until the windows rattle,
Taking care of the rest of the monsters once they
Bust all the glass out.
Highly sane acts of the most mundane
Keep track of the naughty, which makes them lose touch with
what was the right thing to do in the first place.
This could be considered part two to the power trip
sent from above
Old bones can be used to dig up dirt from
the time before us.