Cry blue murder
lately the lamps have faded
they're not interested in the cold front
and each word is spoken
it's precise and unbroken
amiss the small talk of their libido
and when the day is done
and the weeks become one
i cry blue murder
i try to take it further
to all and sundry
please answer my call
of philanthropy
and courtesy
there are two sides to every story
and my sides close to the wind
an error of always
its coming from within
the other half is always beleived
and without the seed it cannot be conceived
the silent voices speak
unspeakable terms
on the condition of
what willpower is left
repetitive nature
for some that never learns
how to act on these terms