no talk
no touching
white glove thing,
always something.
you stand tall
fly your flags
cast your lot,
its always something.
lash out -
crush your brothers
to save the mother,
its always something.
kill the girls
to save the babies?
or save face?
there's always something you'll find -

thought crimes for high minds with idle time...

you push
to stay distant
& attack the difference -
slways something.
you stand tall
fly your flags
cast your lot,
it's always something
no thought
no feeling
white glove thing,
always something
we run hot
with cold touch -
it's our loss,
but there's always something you'll find.

thought crimes for high minds with idle time...

-call me when you've dropped your flags
-call me when the shuttle lands
-call me when you're back to being you