Anathema

Push me down

Beyond the reach of your plastic paper lens

Cut me out

Confide in those that disregard and condemn

Say it loud

Down to the hands of those still suffering

Spit and shout

In the face of your oppressive government

You don't see this sentimental

Aerodynamic, secret part of me

You don't see this sacramental

Anxious worn-out

Push me down

I'll start again with what I have left to give

Is it wrong

To view myself as being so invalid?

Moving on

Excrescence to a body of phosphorus

Capture now

The lessons of the autonomous

You don't see this sentimental

Aerodynamic, secret part of me

You don't see this sacramental

Anxious worn-out