The Muse

A glimpse of this faded landscape
And I fall down, an empty voyeur, agonizing
Such a rotten portrait of a musical rape
Big Brother loves to see everyone begging

Violence rushes past me
I've heard their vows with no strings attached
I've watched their bodies contort in flames
I've seen the filth slip out of their frames

I confess my artistic bankruptcy
To feel the Muse breathe new life in me
Embracing danger as self-expression
While the interlude turns to slow agony

Mixing heroism and pointless aggression
Youth's funeral is its own mediocrity
And my shame is a colorful procession
There are no meaningful collective intentions

I've watched their bodies contort in flames
I've seen the filth slip out of their frames

I confess my artistic bankruptcy
To feel the Muse breathe new life in me

I try to create a new and final act
One that could outlast me in the end
To find the heart of my Muse intact
With my head unbowed, and knees unbent

I confess my artistic bankruptcy
To feel the Muse breathe new life in me
Breathe new life in me
For the loss of my individual senses
The fragmentation of my last defenses