My Honesty

Spit it out
Or let it drip back down your spine
Ages like wine, another line
An erotic disconfiguration of the time
So anyway, I take a look at these hands
And how they move up and down and all through the space
So tell me, is it really what it's worth?
Or is it buried underground being washed over by the earth?

Honesty, honesty
Honesty
My honesty, my honesty
My honesty

Back to the wall turning heads in the sprawl
You were a jump, I was a fall
Symbols of past corrode and surpass
Give me a moment and make it my last
As a matter of fact, honest and abstract
Step from the painting, get stuck in the act
Is it really what it's worth?
Or is it just a sound of a sound shuttered down behind a word?

My honesty, my honesty
Where do you go from here? Dishonesty
My honesty, my honesty
Where do you go from here? Honesty

And so the kids burrow themselves
Down beneath the burned out remnants
Of the cities they once called home
And on the cave walls they paint images of jazz
And forge alters to the heroes of past
And they saw the best minds of their generation
Only in memory, separated by a screen
Machine to machine, task after task
An abundance of nothing, you ask the alter and he'll tell you

Let it all go on, let it all go on
Let it all go on, let it all go on

My honesty, my honesty
Where do you go from here? Dishonesty
My honesty, my honesty
Where do you go from here? Honesty
Honesty