Picture yourself staring at the window
For long enough to see a reflection
Form a set of beliefs through the glass
Piercing not flickering through the screen

When you get there
You will know
The idea has no poise
Undecided
Lust is violence
In a sacred form to embrace
Covetous bodies lung for the symbol
That match their personality in crisis
Ignore the plastic heads
While their wobbling through the isle
Cuz silence is a mask to hide behind
When you get there
You will know
The idea has no poise
Undecided
Lust is violence
In a sacred form to embrace