Finished Sympathy

Sick to death of a means to an end Who, why and what age offers no mercy? Rushed away is the leveller of youth Butchered is the innocence in truth I felt it shaking my bones again I saw it on the street today It was something that someone said I felt the crush of finished sympathy No longer trembling daisies Now mobile teenage killing machines Lending each other to man made atomic energies All because we turned 17 Led to places by historical unequal of reasons Shooting real guns in real places 'til then unheard of geographically I felt it shaking my bones again Was it 'cause you had lost some faith? Did you see it on the street today? Did you feel finished sympathy? How illogical is a piece of faith anyway? It's as long as the child is inside me Don't finish sympathy, not yet.