Maybe She Should Be Quarantined

歌詞

I've seen her Blood burning up the moon Lighting a fire under deceptively useless things "close your eyes shut up" she says "now is no longer a failing regime" But future leaks green in her eyes Sacrificing ideas to make her artwork last Gliding between passion and submission She says there's no hope for iconoclasts Art can no longer satisfy soul hunger Art is now for cash She's still beautiful to me Reflecting what she doesn't soak in Like algae or zoo plankton She's feeling passion when She hopes she's just what she should be And somewhere out there is a bigger hand That says she believes She's beautiful and she's clean Maybe she should be quarantined Or can she swing from the corporate tree Can she swing for- Maybe I don't want to lose her to this mechanical reflex world And what she hasn't done isn't done This may seem selfish and I know it is absurd But nothing grows in corporate gardens I'm sure I'm no martyr for security Maybe just a sideshow then That relieves the pitch and waits for the dawn Or gives in as idealism's victim And somewhere out there is a bigger hand That says he believes She's beautiful and she's clean Maybe she should be quarantined Or can she swing from the corporate being Can she swing for me?