Inside a Greek Tragedy There's No Need
For an unlimited MetroCardor green juice cleansejust a chorus chanting your namewhen you walk into a roomthe mood is moonlit & interioryou prepare monologueson ethics & speak theminto your fan’s whirwhile in the corneryour archetypal parentsmumble about wasted youthyou don’t need a therapistonly belief in an impossible causelike the gods you sufferfrom pride not shameyou walk