Confessional Palindromes

[Verse 1]

Facades posing impressions upon jailed sessions

Nomenclature entities hanging geriatric minds

Progress halted in the name of liabilities

Why pretend to be kill hungry rounders

Pound us to the end of all time

Offer pens to make it official

Confine in broken homes redlined for the bottom line

Enter Escher’s relativity

Drawing hands; an unfortunate task

For those generations gamed

In the same old way

Some were lucky, some were blessed

Most were pressed crossing the black cat

Gambling lives at every corner

Counting cards is ineffective to this house

Of global influence meeting historical quotas

[Bridge]

I can’t help to know

I don’t know what you need from me

But do you still love me?

[Verse 2]

A confession of sorts

Pursuing a session of concession

However to you its just a procession

Away from reason and a validation of treason

Idealogical alibis reigning terror

Causing raging storms of discourse

To inhibit healing foreclosures

Towards problematic impulses

Tragic reactionary conflating idealistic dreams

Long lost during a war of the mis-informed

Versus the sawn song

Don’t take it as such a jaundice please

Of truth tellers in a cellar of hope

Swelling up efficient conclusions to cope