True Monument-Merchandise

[00:58.27]I gave up looking for easy answers [01:02.62] [01:06.98]Contemplating words that left such scars [01:11.47] [01:16.40]Composed with the cruelty of kindness [01:23.01] [01:26.17]Her arms outstretched with lips ajar [01:30.54] [01:35.86]I'd have her arrested [01:37.85] [01:39.86]But she has no hands and I can't trust my western eyes [01:44.11] [02:03.51]At night she wanders about the jail cell [02:08.42] [02:12.80]Her refusal's all too much to bear [02:17.28] [02:22.82]The brilliance and light are left intangible [02:27.14] [02:32.13]Language is lost now I just stare and stare and stare and stare [02:39.46] [02:41.38]She's someone that can't be colored [02:44.87]With paint nor privilege nor another's blood [02:49.47] [03:33.20]By way of protest and backwards passion [03:37.79] [03:42.66]I sought to grab and then hold on [03:46.70] [03:49.64]To what I thought was truth in the frigid grip of vanity [03:57.53] [04:01.10]Where has it gone where has it gone where has it gone [04:07.83] [04:08.51]Now reckless flames [04:12.82]Engulf the frame of the one true monument [04:19.75]