Pain's Veneer

Of love of hate; free life reduced to labels, pain's veneer
Water-like truth is the safety for the protocol of confusion
So desolate, vis terra firma, even the rocks mourn in tear

As sheep learn from the jackal's signing cave, reveries adhere:
Love is pacificity and indifference. Bleach marks their affusion
from love, from hate; creatives reduced to labels, pain's veneer

Armchair tolerance, masking an anger that roots straws of fear.
Xanaxs and Zolofts, all consequences of the intrusion
So desolate, zir terra firma, even the rocks mourn in tear

Impassionate and to the falls, paddles your gondolier.
Sie stops and we yell, "...Therefore I am!" Placebo's suffusion.
Of love of hate; creatives reduced to labels, pain's veneer

Like a phoenix, unsurety, arising amidst rubble sincere
Tearing our oneness to define a void of inclusion
So desolate, eir terra firma, even the rocks shed a tear

And sleep slowly ripens into our rehearsal for the bier
The free market's charts resemble death's diffusion
Of love, of hate; life confined to labels, pain's veneer
So desolate, faer terra firma, even the rocks shed tear