The Purveyor of Novelty and Nonsense - Coalesce

The Purveyor of Novelty and Nonsense - Coalesce
I am a merchant who fills this land with the
Novelty and nonsense that withers wills
My struggle is to keep with what country demands and
Family deserves
I put the bread in the mouths of my best
And last hope that this name earns honor
It will be the first
I am a purveyor of bullsh*t and
Landfill and broken
Dreams
Oh look how I've made an inheritance of others' ideas
Most of which should not have left their lips
I fear that my usefulness has expired
Yet you won't let me go
I am in a race to produce things to buy
To eat things to make more things
I don't have the tools to withdraw myself
We are not hearty we are
Usually fallen ill
Is it the tough conversations that warrant our stay
See I am powerless and take no pleasure in hard
Battles of words won
But is this my story
I struggle to love right here the shadows that pass
Me by
Why should I leave my land
I question the motives of those
I should prop up
On my shoulders and carry
But not my own at ny time
I will not leave my land
I will not leave my land
I will not leave my land