Privileged & Impotent

Close your eyes. What you've seen wasn't meant to be seen by you. And you're so very young now, this really isn't your kind of place. Cover up, 'cause the movement is pregnant with nothing. And it's womb is exploded and color's left it's melting face. While you're here, tell me what kind of statement do you want to make? And will it be effectual or privileged and impotent? When you're gone, tell me what kind of statement do you want to make? There's a bodkin that's rotten in my garage and it won't pay rent. Get it out if an instrument exits that can measure this. And there's nobody bragging 'bout the fire in our alleyway. Cut it out if a story exists that can cover this. And we've all always known just how heavily a loss can weigh. And you don't even know her name