Ace Of Black Hearts (04/17/1984 / Homa Lousiana)
The Destroyed Promise
An arrangement, mutually agreed by parties not even truly involved.
Kindling a fire by force.
Payment given it's due.
Construction, it's the art of getting to pick and choose.
A culture shock of betraying the old ways.
The words 'how could you? ' resonate.
Shame portrayed in tattered clothes.
Things after all do not always go as planned.
Just ask that homeless man holding out his can.
Did he want to live this way?
Did he feel he had any other choice?
Abandoned are there voices.
For when nobody is really listening, how can it really make a difference.
Anger fortifies the clouded mind.
Justification for acts of carnage.
To emphasis the fear we put them on display.
How quaint, how ornate.
Decorating our leadership in rows of blood.
Are we that in love with the decadence.
Popularized and polarized.
A portrayed illusion that knows not the sick society it encourages.
To blinded by what is gained, to have a single alternative after thought.
The mouth should be bitter.
They are the voices inside me.
Forever they will reign.
The mentality insane.
Am I one of them?
Just maybe, but right now does it change a thing?
Truth does not care for creditability, because it already is.
The ashes of a burnt down promise still flow through all of us.
We must live up to it.
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