ET CETERA

et cetera, dot dot dot

they read the body is a temple
but they misunderstood what it mean though
this shell build all around you
but it's what's inside that you're bound to

lose track of, 'til you crack up
then you gotta dig deep to get back up
still y'all wanna promenade
dance around all nonchalant

that's what we call fascades
act good but it's all for naught
in the end it's a weakness
yet we pretend it's all we got
and what we can't touch
don't mean as much
'cause our little minds
can't grasp or see it as such

seems like everybody's got the wrong impression
it isn't me and you [right wrongs, right wrongs]
oh so many people have the right intentions
they rarely see it through [right wrongs, right wrongs]

they told you eye for eye
but didn't provide the why
they just combine the sides
so they can mine the size
they simple line the sides
with men and time and time again
to pin their hopes on those
people they hide behind

can you explain to me
why our leaders don't lead?
push come to shove, they huddle up
then bounce first opening
they're so preoccupied
with things they justify
defending their ending
condemning us to die

when all we are is dust
and we return to thus
regardless of the harvest
regardless of the fuss

we are as small as varmint
by such a massive margin
but our perspective beckons us
to act as if the largest

and so we beg a pardon
from anything that hearkens
like we can blame it on the
head of some other department

so we don't have to have
dealt with the aftermath
but after all the afterthoughts
are all we have to last