The gaze is not about desire, its a threat   to statues of falsehood that stood forever   and we forget, every dream your scared to chase   swallowed in the rapid pace   of day to day   when the world has a virus   from the core to the sky   some try to salvage   some watch it die   I don't wan't to be a vacuole   an empty vessel, ignorant in comfort and consolation   in the darkest heart we have compassion if we choose   an alternate to self importance and filtered news   should be shaken off her back   banish the imposing pest   and how can I protest?   Salvation, heed the warning of the prophet   condemning the course of action   pinpoint the moment   when it all began to come down