Dawn of Emotion

Caressing the mind, solitary magnification
Embracing time, conquering the designation
Moving, sumbliminally, offering up classification
Searching to find; yet emptiness, no verification

In the dawn of emotion, there is no true motion
In the wake of commotion, there is no devotion

Loathing and lost, conformed by the fabrication
Growing exhaust, from the financial formation
Taxation is abrupt, no salvation from dictation
We donate, us, to the citation of civic damnation

In the rise of demoralization, the elation is corporation
In the fall of regulation, the congregation is merely conversation