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Dance of the Futile
Look to Windward
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Hold him gentle by the scruff
As a child never rough
Shaping minds with love and stuff
Only changing while he's young
And he'll wait till he belongs
Raise a hand with his concerns
Finding backs are always turned
Pour some cold on passion's burn
With this timely reminder
What he feels has died before
While you ignore the olive branch
They march on with a searing hand
Against the ugly sovereign brand
They're young when they understand
No I don't hear your voice
And I never will
As long as you claim I am out of touch
Things must stay as they are
This is my world, my rules, my home
For me, for me, for me, for me
I won't extend my charity
I have to hold on to my core
The space inside a clenched fist
It's where I put who I am
Every tangled thread
Disparate whispers of indefinite rage
For me, for me, for me, for me
I made my final enquiry
Really?
Can't you
Hear us
Singing
Asking
For a
Seat at
The table
Time to square away the blame
Time to square away the blame
Around and round it goes
Have we got nothing to show
To all the lovers?
Who want for nothing more
Than futures laid out
Before the earth expires
You give them one more day
And tolerate the noise
At least it barely gets through
All of your layers
Of fat and skin in folds
Wrapped over mountains of gold
That make your empire
Don't look down
You let it die
You let it die
You made me buy your shit
And made it seem like all along
It never was mine to own
Well listen here I have this song
We'll use it on your throne
We'll laugh and cheer and jump along
The rhythm breaks your calm
I know it's impossible, possible
Time to square away the blame
Time to square away the blame
Time to square away the blame
Time to square away the blame
It may be the end of the line for me
But you are left with a mess
So vast and indescribable
To even begin assessment
Is a dance in futility
For me, for me, for me, for me
I'll take my wealth when I'm buried
Structures persist to accumulate
Compounding age with wisdom
The young frustrate
For me, for me, for me, for me
Across a generation's healing
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