Unscripted Moment

(They had taken my mother to a concentration camp from which she'd never return)
(Then I made my way to the suburbs of Berlin)
(Where a catholic family who had been friends of my father's and mother's gave me shelter)
(How long did you stay there?)
(Through the rest of the war)
(In all this time, you haven't seen your father?)
(No, sir)
(Do you think that you'd know him after all these years?)
(You know, you were just a young boy when you last saw him)
(I'm sure I would, Mr. Bolton, a son always remembers his father)
(Well, now, Siegbert, we want you to turn around and see if you know him)

We describe the sensation
As a tearing in our
Chests and there is
A quality
In Feiburg's father's
Post-war wail that reaches
Through the world's worst speakers
And beseeches

Anyone who happens by
On their way to somewhere else
Clicking through the endless screens
For the garbage on the shelves
Reflections of ourselves-
To consider the cost
Of all this shit we seem to think
Will fill our perforated souls
We're more hole than human being
Can't wash away that stink

13 billion years in the making
A live, unfiltered moment
An unscripted encroachment
Upon the province of
Routine evil
All-too-human people
So pious, so peaceful
So quick to turn on you

Thought I was fucking outta here
Two middle fingers in the air
Like a mile-wide meteor
He came crashing through my door

And that's just how it goes
And everybody knows
Ain't too much can be done

All the avarice and greed
And puny human hatreds
That dare to come between two human hearts

I try not to live in fear
I'm truly grateful
For every happy moment here

Upstairs I hear her voice
She softly singing
To him and I come undone
Something wicked this way comes

And that's just how it goes
And everybody knows
Ain't too much can be done