The Wash

Acts of selfishness stain the perfect world
Thought a clean cut, now a dirty tear
Corroded girders carry dead weight
Bound to break under the strain of time

The moment of clarity is upon us
In the 11th hour time for the wash

Unprepared for the invisible threat
Time to play the hand that's dealt
The king of diamonds conjures
Launders the unpleasant truth away

When night will fall
The serpents linger on
Hiding from the light
Slithering silently

Hone it clean