Testo Gatherings

Who does the paperwork for my anger? And who has handed down the orders to shout? As I approach the shopping scene, the herd gets tense but it does not flee Again we have a relapse to the primitive fears of my last collapse I am just one of these You've paid to have a stranger praise your wants and your needs Am I supposed to stand in line in clear view from the street? We once laughed at the faces made The action stays though the faces change All your heartbreaking hides as though naked and ashamed All your heartbreaking is the same You're anchored to a faith you call immovable I hope you're in a place where they'll feed you when you call The hand divine you have placed before your eyes And exalted the darkness Now walk in it Who fills the crowd with best intentions? And who will guard the playgrounds after school? The postman comes, the policeman waves, the trash goes out on Saturdays But seething inside the well-labelled homes on well-paved streets Are gatherings of carnivores Gatherings of predators Teeming dens of gatherings