Tensile Strength

Separate and desperate distraught, yet determined Those lost in the mist of plastics Racing through raging restlessness to see what sticks The sightless fall victim to blindness when the spirit is too timid The limit is the love cost of less than a tear Hope was long since dehydrated as the demand for the lake became too great making soulless machines out of human beings who break to be replaced by machines designed from their own image off the machinations of false nations. They got too comfortable with the targets on the backs The slack they gave out of exasperation, not desperation. Their tensile strength is great The tensions from both ends won't make the break, but they can burn And that side brought matches. It's too bad the news was brought them in bountiful batches because the blame they can only snap back. So they burn because of a matchbox they thought belonged to them. That tensile strength served as a path to burn the enemies at the other end Because those people on that side are separate and desperate distraught, yet determined