Conviction

We hung our teachers from the roof of the school
With the cops' tires screeching, no holds barred, we just shoot
In that damn courtroom, we could've bargained a plea
But we tugged our waistbands, and we flashed the whole jury
And it went on and on

Yet I can't seem to yield any conviction

We blew our earnings on just a handful of beans
And somehow they grew into beautiful trees
We could've had a forest or brought the apples to town
But without a question, we burned it all to the ground
It went on and on and on

Yet I can't seem to yield one ounce of conviction

Co-conspirators, my black brigade
I recognize these etchings upon the frame
But the picture's been doctored, my face is blurred
On the back I struggle with smudged words

There was a shimmering light, a majestic love
A utopic expanse, some sort of Ithaca
The seething anchors of time delved them out of me
Ever-closer to Earth as they sunk deep
Falling out of me

Now I can't seem to yield any conviction
For any movement of blooming confusing new religion
Though I reap my till, it chills me just what I'm given
I can't seem to yield
It goes on and on and on