Bad religion

[Personable]

The Gray race

The framework of the world
is black and white
the infrastructure builders
flex their might
turning true emotion
into digital expression
one by one we all fall down

The grey race shrivels
trapped inside
the world it creates
is black and white
The grey race shrivels
trapped inside
the world it creates
is black and white

The perpetual destructive
motion machine
began to chart a course
never before seen
turning raw compassion
into fields of plus and minus
one by one we all give in

The grey race shrivels
Trapped inside
The world it creates
is black and white
The grey race shrivels
trapped inside
the world it creates
is black and white

I'd swear there were times when I was someone else
a person with determination and knowledge of the self
but you flattened me to rubble and now I can see that I'm
just a faded negative of the image I used to be

(Just a shadow)
And that's our dilemma

[gurthbruins]

I rather like this.. I find the first 4 stanzas form a rather impersonal theme, there is we but there is not I or you, all of this serves as a foil for the change of format and rhythm which is the fifth stanza, for me the guts of this poem. Now we have I, and more shatteringly, the you. This stanza pleases me with its long lines, they are substantial and rhythmically excellent. Self rhymes effectively with else and be with me.

[Personable]

They have more than 200 songs, very few of which I consider outdated, despite the fact they've been written in a span of thirty years. Here's something new.

Germs of Perfection

Lacerate, eviscerate, and perforate and mutilate
We all fall down, all fall down
Deprecate, repudiate, ameliorate, adjudicate
The wisdom found, wisdom found

Clip the wings of progress, turn the direction
Enrich the fallow soil with germs of perfection

Delegate, facilitate, investigate and obviate
The black turns green, black turns green
Separate, evaluate and cultivate and propagate
The master's dream, master's dream

Sing the fears of history with a renewed inflection
View the lost agenda with a sceptic's intention

Machine of life, oh can we make it run
We have the tools, but have only just begun
Machine of life, oh can we make it run
The calculations of a greater sum

Clip the wings of progress, turn the direction
Enrich the fallow soil with germs of perfection.