Bread

Teaching the children to mean
 What they're told
 With their mouths burning two words
 They're too wise to be old
 So in fear into things they can't see
 But believe
 And we don't even give them the chance
 To agree
 No questions asked guarantee
 Fell away
 A population of people
 Who deal in cliché
 And there's no punctuation
 To grant you relief
 You know all that you get
 Is a chance to agree
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 Half undone
 Either that or
 I'm the first to fold and last to lead
 A line
 Symptomatic
 Of the blessings and the disguise
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 Gorging on what those have said I have said
 (And now)
 Brushed from the table just like crumbs of bread
 (And now)
 Have I fell
 Is it easy
 Or perhaps you're learning how to duck
 To the south
 Getting the hang of it
 But I was a fool to stop
 Overwhelmed by
 Thoughts that keep you keeping me up