The Lucas Roadshow

How dare you
Call out that
I am innocent
When my crime
Is living a lie

Rape and murder
Are just fantasies
To the abstract mind
Of the lonesome viscera
Coiled in dejection
And ready to strike
Below the belt

Blood of illusion
Let in the name
Of exploitation
A cut made
By holding
The knife at
The wrong end

A shadow of
Lazy declaration
Of consolation
Deserves the fruits
Of its labor

Shock and awe
Open your eyes
A rush of triumph
A breaking of waves
And on this day
All shall drown in lies

Sodden eye
Informant tear
Terse word
Rekindled flame
Flashing steel
Splashing red
The story
Cannot change

Open my eyes
I cannot be
This martyr
Please god
Open my eyes
I cannot be
This monster