My Fear (revised)

[Lightning Rod]

The Man With an X on His Back

Somebody talk me down here
maybe I'm too suspicious of hope
a skeptical expert on expectations
maybe it's just my childhood

Gandhi went but that was after Jesus
and Kennedy, King and Kennedy
don't we always kill the ones we love?

And love is in the air, it smells like assassination
I'm the bastard child of Jeremiah and Cassandra
can find the cloud in any silver lining
I watch the throngs in jubilee
as he rides on an ass into Jerusalem

Adoration is the soil for jealousy
Avatars are magnets for human souls
and loadstones for envy, and those
who would build a reputation like gunfighters

Who will kiss the cheek of the smarter martyr?

[Nazz]

The whole border thing was wrong to begin with.
I truly believe that.