How fast in this place
our glittering artifacts
are borne out for
all to see
the skins disguise the soul
but for us there will be
no costumes
here we are glorious naked,
in our garb, garbage
this is the time
these are our lives
this is our line
it is drawn in the heart
this is the furnace
and we are all fuel
for it's fires
burnt up and spent
on others aspirations
inspirations only,
fighting for some
recognition
our great cognition
is just the condition
we've suffered through
this is a period
of fools and kings
each is each
and each no more than each
and each know more,
then the other
this is the time
these are our lives
this is our line
it is drawn in the heart
this is the furnace
and we are all fuel
for it's fires
