Sound & The Fury

Your song and dance routine
Bears all the markings of a machiavellian scheme
The shadows you cast
Over your shadowy past
Do the trick for now
But you know they won't last
The curtain will fall
With the crumbling walls
Like a dirty rat, you will scurry and crawl
Under cover of night
But your cover's been blown
By a mighty wind
You will howl and you'll moan
You're shit out of luck
Down to your last dime
When the thunder cracks
It will rattle your spine
You'll drop to your knees
Like a prodigal son
You'll long for your home
But you'll find you have none
And you're done, done, done
So done
So very done

Your cat and mouse charade
Boasts all the fanfare of a single float parade
The ballot's been stuffed
With envy and lust
The vices you grew
Pushed you right to the cusp
But you can't shake your past
Your flags at half-mast
Your pillars seem strong
But you know they won't last
You're riddled with holes
You're riddled with words
Speaking in tongues
But you've never been heard
You fall down on all fours
And you slither off-shore
At a deafening speed
With a deafening roar
You crack and you strain
And the poisonous rain
Comes down with a sound
And true fury of pain
Born from the lake of our home
Home, sweet home