04-01-2015 | Three Dollars

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  1. out in the distance... a city with no lights
    the wind whips money from sixty or more flights
    we can finally see the stars, the systems are so bright
    i try to sleep, it’s hard to get through the cold nights
    ...life is rough, there’s no comfort or peace
    get up, wipe the blood on my sleeve, wander the streets
    cuz humans have to do something other than breathe
    ...and cash rules nothing when you’ve got nothing to eat
    I used to wish for peace and quiet
    do the dishes, read the Times each evening amidst the screaming sirens
    long before the all out war and the Freedom Riots
    world leaders dying, Phoenix Rising from the sea of fire
    now we navigate the ashen gray trash and waste dumped
    and track the days by after-shakes and a faint sun
    the last radio waves escape into space
    echo out only saying my name and the date