Foreign faces
Familiar places
Granting grace
And discrimination
Houses of the old
Reckless and wanted
Blood thirsty arachnids
Sucking us dry
Open
Abrasive
Streamlined attractions
Projecting some kind of dynasty
Eating us alive
Boarded
Broken in
Wear and tare
Stretch marks
Severed thoughts
Drip away
Bandaging
Paper cuts
The hard work
Pays off
Pressing salt
Into the open wound
Teary eyed skies
The look in your eye lies
The rest of all
Of everything
Passes us by
Chaining us down
To the sty of a swine