in the great wars of attrition we ate our own
cooked on fires made of dung
banded about the head and body he lay there like a lump
got up this morning to go down there to where it all went wrong
never signed up for this shit
whatever happened to what used to be
somewhere there are daisies and shade
but it ain't here
my only friend in politics died and I buried her bones
she had nothing left to give
invisible sun that beat down upon the dark
awaiting the day of revelation and behold
truth wandering around for us to look
where is that damn lantern? I used to know where i kept it.
faces and names change and things remain the same
idealistic pragmatismal barrage of welled up energy
i used to think i knew at least a few things
those are getting fewer
farewell edscan
skoal