To Kill a Petty Bourgeoisie I Box Twenty

in the world unrest
untangled and dispensed
but we don’t know ourselves
and we rather not care

cause findings are of plenty
but this will never be enough
to see what it is
and take what is ours

till time again
an endless last at hand
nothing to ignore
a sorrow sad and sweet

cause findings are empty
but this I do believe
its something to keep
i’ll hide it away.