Aging bricks on the side of this wall.Aging brick on the side of my wall. Crumbling towers tumble and fall. Rumbling cowards have a great fall. Leave behind smoke and dust. Rot and rust. In this we trust. We must. Close our eyes. And decide our fate.

Severed lines lie under the ground
Severed lines die under the ground
Several lines lie over the phones
Several lies seek to bury the bones
Of skeletons in closets
Half-truths dissolve it
Involve it in your personal gain
The pain
Of your electrocution while you smile at me
Smile at me
Awhile at me
Die with me
While you lie