My Honesty

Spit it out Or let it drip back down your spine Ages like wine, another line An erotic disconfiguration of the time So anyway, I take a look at these hands And how they move up and down and all through the space So tell me, is it really what it's worth? Or is it buried underground being washed over by the earth? Honesty, honesty Honesty My honesty, my honesty My honesty Back to the wall turning heads in the sprawl You were a jump, I was a fall Symbols of past corrode and surpass Give me a moment and make it my last As a matter of fact, honest and abstract Step from the painting, get stuck in the act Is it really what it's worth? Or is it just a sound of a sound shuttered down behind a word? My honesty, my honesty Where do you go from here? dishonesty My honesty, my honesty Where do you go from here? honesty And so the kids burrow themselves Down beneath the burned out remnants Of the cities they once called home And on the cave walls they paint images of jazz And forge alters to the heroes of past And they saw the best minds of their generation Only in memory, separated by a screen Machine to machine, task after task An abundance of nothing, you ask the alter and he'll tell you "Let it all go on, let it all go on" "Let it all go on, let it all go on" My honesty, my honesty Where do you go from here? dishonesty My honesty, my honesty Where do you go from here? honesty Honesty