This night will fall like any other. Daylight subsides and shadows crawl. Out from under black corners. Hiding something stirs. . All so restless. Cracked windows open wide.
Do you spend your days counting the hours you're awake?. And when night covers the sky you find yourself doing the same. It's a burden you've been bearing in spite of all your prayers.
Even though we know, yeah. We know. Our time has almost come. We're all overdue. Can there be a place to call our own?. Can there be a road that takes us home?.
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A sinking ship, an awkward kiss. A chance to set things straight. The kind of hurt that burns and burns. Like fires we can't contain. . We hole up in a shelter made of bones and ice and there we'll wait.
Break through the undertow, your hands I can't seem to find. Pollution burns my tongue, cough words I can't speak so I. . Stop my struggling, then I float to the surface.
We celebrate the downfall with ticker tape parades. Oblivious to the fucking mess left lying in the wake. "God grant me the strength to let my children starve".
Getting trampled under boots of progress. Ignore the pleading of the nameless faces. Now with our (backs) against the wall. How long 'til we fall?. Do away with all the underprivileged.
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We are the children you reject and disregard. These aching cries come from the bottom of our hearts. You can't disown us now, we are your own flesh and blood.
All we are is entertainment. Caught up in our own derangement. Tell us what to say and what to do. All we are are pretty faces. Picture perfect bottled rage.
Deep inside these burning buildings. Voices die to be heard. Years we spent teaching a lesson. We ourselves had never learned. . And if strength is born from heartbreak.
We don't sleep very much. These triggers ache for the touch. Where's the strength we relied on?. Here alone, like a crutch. Maybe that's what keeps us up.
All the way at the bottom. Of the barrels we cry out. So ashamed of our tears that. We blame only ourselves. That's when they win. They keep us convinced.
She got down on hands and knees. One ear against the ground. Holding her breath to hear something. But the dirt made not a sound, tonight. . Echoes of songs still lurk on distant foreign shores.
The city grieves, like widows clasping. folded flags against their hearts.. Raindrops feel like dirt and roses. on black coffins in the dark.. Not yet corpses, still we rot.
On dirt like stone. The lions pace, the bones of men. That sought to overthrow. are all that remains. . Oh, what they stole. Was innocence, the slate once clean.
When our rivers run dry and our crops cease to grow. And when our summers grow longer and winters won't snow. From the banks of the ocean and the ice in the hills.
We're losing daylight but I can't work any faster. Under the veil of dusk we go on. Don't close your eyes. What if it all disappears in the shadows. That reach from the stars?.
Spoken. This is Noise.... . Down beyond these city streets through gutters filled with black debris. In alleys void of any light where nameless things live out of sight.