Lately, everybody’s dying
Kind of get the feeling no one noticed
One tenth of one tenth of one percent in an air bubble
We come at it like a movie: plot, character, credits, Stars
and Saviors work at scale
It’s not getting any better having someone to believe in
or someone who believes in me
Anyhow, all the same, if faith counted for anything,
we’d mourn newborns and celebrate our afterlife
Even fractured fairy tales should serve a purpose
Give a reason for the dying
Instead, devil’s make toll-free pacts on our televisions
While mother’s cancer of the soul
makes below-the-fold news
Nobody’s going to miss another one

(another one)