You Take the High Road, I'll Just Take the Blame

when all by yourself
in your worry
in the filth
that is your
naked consciousness
you rest in your
weary heart
while the rest of the world
keeps on moving
deafened by the transparent
way we dance and sing
ourselves into oblivion
but not you
you are at a stand still
untouchable in your mores
undeserved of all this wretched
pain attached to the
consequences of lust
you're above it all
and you take a stand
unlike the rest of us
against the greatest sin
of all