A Manifest Destiny Grows In Brooklyn

here it is: your new frontier. you play cowboy. who plays indian? your words carry meaning... affect meaning. aren't we brave to settle the wasteland? convince ourselves and history will follow. pretend that we made this... we deserve this. here we are with nothing to say. there's nothing to say. it's too late for apologies now. there's nothing to say. streets bleached clean with bloodstained brushes and veiled deceit.