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12/26/2002

 
The Coliseum
from 12/23/'02

I will resist the urge to tell you the words that have come so naturally
You are lovely and through you I know more what love is and should be
My back breaks and its all I could take if your heart were not in my chest

Crowds in Coliseums share with us their opinions on how or if we should dance
People in parachute pants tell us the future is digitally enhanced
and I wonder if somehow they are wrong, maybe they have been all along

Maybe the news printed from rumor mills is nothing more than lies
maybe the people in situation comedies will go on to successful lives
but if you ask me I think the third world war will take most of the sets

One hot summer day a light year away we’ll recall our frivolous fear of the dark
I never knew that it was dark, never even noticed until he pointed out the stars
but maybe I spent these years denying the gut feeling that left me hungry for hope

Crowds in Coliseums applaud the gladiator’s consumption by flame jumping beasts
He who laughs last laughs hardest and the greatest will be made the least
I’ve never asked for this freedom, no really, I mean it you can have it back

People in parachute pants have many opinions and I’m not sure how they fit in them
Out-of-work actors get caught up with the “wrong crowd” and break every injustice limb
everyone does everything "in the name of love", but selfishness is hatred

I will resist the urge to tell you those words that always come naturally
but don’t expect me not to live like it, though you don’t hear it verbally
I can bite my tongue all day long, but truth can't be subdued by teeth