Into Thin Air

<br>Behind shaky worship heaves a bitter moon<br>Motherwit and street smarts bloom<br>Things fall apart the center cannot hold<br>Women on rockets and the men all follow<br><br><br>There might not a file but they`re keeping tabs on you<br>oil on water and a turd in the Louvre<br>Turncoats smile and then they grieve<br>They dig your grave shallow so you can breathe<br>Into Thin Air<br><br><br>The yellow sun will someday smolder red <br>Cords and cables, steel and concrete lie useless and dead<br>No worms and blood, bones and hair<br>A pasteless shell powders into thin air<br>Into Thin Air