Them

Beautiful antiquities, a line drawn in the dirt
Amid these listless precious things, he lifts up her skirt
The censor holds a hell, though timid in its grade
Over all the deals, the screen remains to play

Cancer holds her throat yet captivated still;
She takes the remote, happy made her ill.
"Damn, why do you die like that?"
"I am Them, the belligerent"

Coffee cream and something sweet,
Make them see what they can't be.
"Damn, why do you cry like that?"
"I am Them and nothing different"

They come they go; all of them know
Stereo woes and faded shoes.
"Damn, why do you lie like that?"
"I am Them, yet they know not"

The light will fall as darkness cries
Another mall for senseless buys
"Damn, why do you live like that?"
"I am Them, their last regret"