In the Lap of Society
I want to die in the lap of society
with a laugh on my face - chiding
my killer -- while the bloods still wet.
I want the killer to see my eyes
shut like so many eyes have been shut
towards me and those of my generation
I want to die in the lap of society
with a pale face upturned in laughter,
but I won't show my eyes upon the killer
let them see the soul that's been so
strung out in life, or the knowledge behind
the institution they know and shut
their eyes
I want to die in the lap of society
with a laugh on my face
they can take to their beds
before they realize the joke and
nightmares haunt misguided dreams
I want to die in the lap of society
with a laugh on my face...
chiding my killer - while the bloods on their hands.