I have this recurring nightmare Flailing pigeon, broken feet Frozen solid to the freezing pavement I turn away as if I do not see I have this childhood memory Of my old man screaming from the driver's seat To turn away from an unfolding horror But he could not undo what I had seen We never spoke of it again Two more hapless citizens of The new post-traumatic stress worldwide disorder A stockholm syndrome fifth estate Desperate to batten down the mounting horrors And shuffle on in a global lotus gait Content to marinate in the plasma glow of the Home entertainment prisons we Commune before like dime-store shrines Are these but votive lives? A strangled, twisted truss That shores up each of us Anything to dull the pain Of a splintered lotus gait ♪ As for me a filigree of psychic police tape Tends to cordon off the darker scenes But the wandering mind stumbles through it And relives them all eventually Pries open wide your eyes and shines a painful light On the guilt, the fear, the shame The courage never came From the plasma glow of the Home entertainment prisons we Cling to like dime-store shrines Are these but votive lives? Conservative at heart A conformist from the start A stockholm syndrome fifth estate A staggering lotus gait A strangled, twisted truss That shores up each of us Anything to dull the pain Of a self-inflicted, crippling lotus gait