Paper Idols

Years spent on backs, sliding to avoid the tripwires
 Stumbled into traps, reluctant yes, all teeth ground down
 Jokes that we hated but laughed at
 And passion sought but scoffed at
 Anxiety and risk outweighed the disappointment
 Sandpaper hands and dumpster smiles
 Buzzards overhead and targeting their new found meals
 For one to live, one must die, in this life
 Of paper idols, broken halos
 The cataracts of righteousness have hazed the vision of the masses
 Of sleepers under overpasses
 Two eyes like mine, reduced to wheels
 Much unlike old schoolyard fights
 There is no win
 And the steel dust blows, diamond smiles
 The second hand is winding close
 We're imploding like varicose
 Lay down your cards, lay down your arms, concede
 Believe