Tenderness

We've come to replace your clock's old stubborn hands

We are the answer to why they never had a chance

It was not so long ago that the world was mostly slow

The age of iron steam and speed

Turned a stroll to a stampede

But we've come to increase time in between ticks

And there is romance in the slow dances because

They're fertile in hush futile in haste

These are your nerves this is how they taste

Well I can't count how many times I've been outdone by nihilism

Joined the march that splits an open heart into a schism

I cower at the thought of other people's expectations

And yet still hand over mine to them

Travel where you are tourism is sin

These are the ruins we left behind you can't take pictures of them

If what they say is true then you become what you chew

If it decays spit it out affectation is a drought

That you wait through when you hate everything that you do

You wanna live outside the groove then fine

But it's there like a flower blooming in your ears

Open up your mouths pollinate your peers

Nothing reminds the mind of power like the cheap odor of plastic leaking fumes

We crave consume the rush it feels fantastic

But like power turns to mold like a junkie going cold

I need the fix of a little tenderness