It’s an old-fashioned cave-in
dirty clothes
dust in the nose
our god has run out
& there’s no one to save him
Out-sold, we’ve rationed our savings
stretched our souls
thin, wallowing in woes
our now has been washed out
by past & future’s mad ravings
It’s an every-day situation
shocked into reality when
we prefer oblivion
we revel in the effects
but forget the causation
Outdone in every disregard
left a hole
when should have been bold
sold has-been this moment
our intentions have been marred
It’s never enough
when you cannot fulfill
Swallowed whole
chasing the tail
of the American dream
FM Ghost 