Rorschach

Eyes on the screen We have all the information now, but what does it mean? Reason's a tease Drank up all that hemlock, here I am just reading the leaves Left wondering: What happened to the life we lost, that got lost in the living? And all this fiction makes me nervous Turns out it was blood spilled on the canvas We admired just like some Rorschach painting The film in your brain—it edits to Remember, keeps the figure in the frame It's a sacrificial violence, All those passed over in silence then cast out with the blame And I'm trying to stay sane—meanwhile, t He river of forgetfulness starts spilling the banks Caught in a lie and instead of fessing Up, we'd sooner just go out of our heads I've been holding up my end when I should have Doubled down on my own atom bomb shelter instead Oh, oh, how you gonna hold on? How you gonna hold on? How you gonna hold on to every thing? Oh, oh, how you gonna hold on? How you gonna hold on? How you gonna hold on to your memory? Oh, oh, how you gonna hold on? How you gonna hold on? How you gonna hold on when you know that you can't?