Urchin

Take a trip through my magic ocean
People always feel real fine
Suddenly the urchin said
You may have committed a crime

How do you feel?
I feel fine

Handed down the secret
Mistakes are made, voices are silent
Perfection is the key
A lesson not taught by violence

Your tears have dried through denial
Let's move on hidden sun
Proclamation, assassination
My work here is always done

Create a pathway to salvation
Never once has my trip been exonerated
Death is a chance to recycle
Mind body and soul have dehydrated