Blacklight Friday

You follow with your head bowed, eyes down
& in your red light window
Your sight is too slow
To see it all go down
But in a hindsight no go
The logic borrowed
It leaves town without you now
And in a black hole Sunday
A prayer is too late
We all yell calm down
Your pride is boring
Go sell your story

I’ll settle my account now
Throw down all the righteous people
Eye of a needle
We’ll make sense, dispense with martyr freak shows
And jealous low blows
And call out the wrong & proud
And on a blacklight Friday
Sorry is too late
So kneel down, head bowed
But face the jury
Go sell your story

So take it out on me
And if you want to stay proud
And break your silence
You took the best of me
Although it leveled me now
I stayed silent
And in the rivalry now I saw a sibling sell out
Better to lay low & shine your halo
So take it out on me
And if you want to stay proud
Then bring on the break down

You swallow all the wrong sounds
Resound all the broken noises
And selfish choices
And finally lay down
All the quiet no shows
It’s hard to throw stones
And move round this glass house
And as the pain is falling
Onto your calling
So sleep now face down
And dream up a warning
Go sell your story

Call me the criminal

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