Timidity

Angel, I feel like we're dying
and for what?
Just two-bits a gander?
Succumbing to the pokes and prods of
every scavenger
Attracting all the best parts of neurosis
Pick your favorite noose
The platform will drop just as soon as
the clock is punched

                  
   
   
    Angel, remember when we burned down the tenament?
    And for what?
    To raise the dead to be upstanding citizens,
     respectable residents of their cozy upstanding boxes?
    We were imperfect, for certain,
     but our intentions were pure.
    Our destiny is tied up with that of the village idiot's.
    We share our outlook with smoldering cigarettes,
     I've smoked one for every time it's seemed like
     we'd fail.









Angel, make my tongue pure again?
And for what?
So you have the silver you need for all the payoffs?
The secret deals held behing hidden tombs
I'd rather gild a tongue than a cage.
Especially since the canary was poisoned
We'll use these last few nails to build a new fortress
Then we will poison the wells, and lay in for
the siege