this is our corporate wilderness

there is no
recyle bin for
the mind.
shutting down is what i do.

operating conditions,
nothing to show.

be real for a heartbeat.
in all essence, they could care
less

some things deserve to get lost in the mind.

we do not leave egypt
for it will never disappear

the dirt beneath our nails
the lack among our minds
the scars upon our hands
for it will never be forgotten

the times among our minds

-remembering never-

o' to see the things we see
o' to live the lives we live

you put a sword in their hands to kill us.

there's no such thing as going too fast so long as we are foreign.