** Misnomer


The last time I was here, I felt the same when it was near
The scent was wafting in the air, I heard it's pressure in my ear
I saw it growing from my fear, it tries to touch but I keep clear

If there's anything I want from my work
Is the knowledge I don't need to get hurt
By the insignia of twentieth-century dirt
Who want to get even but also want to be first
They want to be served and they want to be heard
They want to be dressed in golden shirts and silvery shirts
Never want to be in thirst
As soon as they die, far away they will be hearsed
The eulogy performed by someone well versed
The sorrow from their loved ones well rehearsed
Everything they failed to mention well researched

The last time I was here, I felt the same when it was near
The scent was wafting in the air, I heard it's pressure in my ear
I saw it growing from my fear, it tries to touch but I keep clear

When there's continuity, when there's new birth
They will try to teach it that it is only earth
When in fact it's air and fire in unmeasurable girth
Far more valuable than they can imagine it's worth

I remove myself, I will remain covert...