So little of it remains untainted
Weaving waves of lengthy justification
To be in shock and still breathing
Wishes to ashes in minutes, even less
Miscarried desires and frenzied excuses
A macabre of self, futile to look within
Irrelevant insights, a chase so dear
Can we go on and on, with this fearful burden?
Shatter the mirrors of deception for one just moment?
Wake up from this deep sleep, this purposeless exhaustion
And speak a single true word before we turn to dust
Drop the image built on needy lust
To even admit to collective sin
Before proceeding to the ritual cleansing