We built so much as neophytes
We propped it all up with a wink to the truth
It wouldn’t last but we didn’t care
Like a toddler when the jig is up
We scrambled to get our licks in
We’ve been slapping it together fast and cheap
While she’s been on her way to snatch us up
Mother love knows no transgression
That cannot be forgiven
But even while enjoying that degree of grace
We could only build things that beg for death
Like a wildfire or a bloody revolution
Like an addict
Shoddy and hollow
SHINE ON 