Gone - Mr. J. Medeiros

Holding my arms folded molded in bronze

Rodin this golden era with a song

Long gone from it’s formative norms sits the dawn in it’s fawn

Calling a warning that we mourn for the born

Cause of alarm ain’t because of these arms here

Because of these arm chairs the comfort that I fear

Could come for my son

What’s our competence done

It compliments none our confidence won

They blaming they like its coming from some

Common denom confidant we the sum of the one

Summit to come ain’t a summer with sun

Ain’t a number of funds to escape this

Faceless tasteless the invisible and weightless

Wrath of ideas that are divisible by nature shape us

Don’t ask where the cape was

Just ask where that cape canaveral can take us

And they gone

The future came in disproportions

On a shaky circuit heard the verdict they’ve been deserted

Braving the surface gazing from Hayden

Waving from Earth is our daily service

Worst is a coming

Earth is succumbing numb to the purpose of our becoming great

Subservient state awaits its Permian fate mayday hurry escape

The bile projected the piles of wreckage

Is a message to every child at seven miles a second

Is how they left it, decrepit

Exiled rejected x’d out reflected on the red Nile

The dead smiles of skeptics kept it’s vow to protect it’s plutonium Newtonian

perspective

Showing theres no new home for men accept it

The smog is brimming our star is dimming

Showing nothing but the far faint shard of living

And they gone

The dewey-eyed they got their mind on right

The nihilists how they wanna dry my sight

The dewey-eyed they got their mind on right

The nihilists how they wanna dry my sight

Say I have no right to fly my kite

Say I have no right to shine my light

So I bind those two to fly by night

And I kill my days to do so

We got our home pillaged by the killers on thrones

Who fought villagers

Drones who sought privilege on the littlest stone

Prideful death left to sift through it’s bones

While we still in the smoke filled biosphere quilting this dome

Filthy rich turned to filthy alone

Only left to atone for the fire here

Die or find a pioneer

Hoping one is breathing

Cus breathing is the only thing admired here

And they gone

The dewey-eyed they got their mind on right

The nihilists how they wanna dry my sight

The dewey-eyed they got their mind on right

The nihilists how they wanna dry my sight

Say I have no right to fly my kite

Say I have no right to shine my light

So I bind those two and fly by night

And I kill my days to do so