The Picture Develops
Fluttering Eyelids, a snap of The Shutter.

Mustering Silence, under quiet mutter.

All of this Violence, Attacking Another.

Click, Click... The Picture Develops.



Memories burn holes in Heavenly Souls, able not to burn memories cold.

Speak up? You're shot down.

Plead Justice? No Gavel.

Snap, Snap... The Picture Develops.



Panoramic views of Polaroid news,
no bye-byes to Blood-say hi to the Blues.
Free-dom? Shot-Rounds.

Dig deeper? You drown.

Our Mind Frames; in Hell,

The Pictures will tell Us.