blacktop pavement cover melike a chemical reaction or a steam rollerspreading randomlythere’s a distant and a low frequencyit tickles my ear, it rumbles under my feetand it shakes the leaves off of every tree (violently)what pretension! Everlasting peaceeverything must ceaseinstitution on the Hilllike a beacon in the mind of an ancestorto ignite a people’s willthere’s a shadowed stain on the west facadeit has spread like decay to enshroud the fraudand the descendants find oh so odd(oh so odd)what pretension! Everlasting peaceeverything must ceasegrave memorial hewn white stonelike the comforting caress of a motheror a friend you’ve always knownit evokes such pain and significanceand the generations pass without recompensewhat pretension! Everlasting peaceeverything must cease