It would be easy to say
that crazy is the new sane,
but it’s always been this way;
you’re just seeing it
with new eyes
and the same old brain.
But it’s okay,
because the same old same was lame.
That brittle little culture
was always gonna fade.
Something new and savage
was always on its way
The writing is all over your face.
I admit it;
I derive,
so much pleasure
from the panic in your eyes.
Like an agoraphobic
dropped into the middle
of the big outside.
The chanting voices
of the throngs respond
to another celebrity’s call;
“Come lost and frightened,
don’t let them build the wall.”
You’re losing your grip,
so it’s easy to see that you will
segregate and dehumanize the other
it makes it easier to kill.
Hate is a hand that holds you in the dark
and says you’re not wrong to be
wishing death on those who don’t share
what you see,
so clearly.
I can see the rising tide
and I’m prepared to watch it crest,
life preserver by my side;
it’s gonna be a fucking mess.
‘Cause one and one want to divide,
believing that they each know best,
bitter and preoccupied
denying that they’re getting wet.
They’re gonna try to hold us down.
They’re gonna try to make us fight,
as the waters rise,
we realize
the big money rides
equally on both sides.
All that matters
is that there’s less of us.
No questioners.
No resistance.
Legalize whatever it takes
to pacify us,
hypnotize us;
with dreams that we know deep inside
only live in our heads at night.
I’ll give you a reason to kill
and you’ll give me your life.
You will burn, you will riot;
you will hate at my beckoning call.
You will do anything at all,
to take away this new strange,
this new sane,
this new day.
That look on your face…
…here come the waves…
HG – 2017
