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
out in the distance... a city with no lights
ReplyDeletethe 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