I'm calling out. Only echoes respond. But I scream 'til my voice is gone. Crouching in corners and hiding your face. I'm sick and tired of playing your games.
In fields where nothing grew but weeds. I found a flower at my feet. Bending there in my direction. I wrapped a hand around its stem. I pulled until the roots gave in.
The music blaired with a calming frequency. The speakers gently seeped the sound. Of ambient keyboards and light percussion. Creating a seductive soundtrack to our midnight drive.
(What are you talking about?. . America won't be destroyed). (Never?). (Rome was destroyed, Greece was destroyed). . (Persia was destroyed, Spain was destroyed.).
Somewhere between happy. and total fucking wreck. Feet sometimes on solid ground. sometimes at the edge. To spend your waking moments. simply counting time.
If we're the flagship of peace and prosperity. We're taking on water and about to fuckin' sink. No one seems to notice, no one even blinks. The crew left the passengers to die under the sea.
Sight unseen, the road stretched out before me. Suffocate - the water rising slowly. Step in time, agree to share this pain. Live or die now, but still we suffer just the same!.
You can't feel the heat. Until you hold your hand. Over the flame. You have to cross the line. Just to remember. Where it lays. . You won't know your worth now, son.
Tell me what I'm supposed to do. With all these left over feelings of you. 'Cause I don't know. . And tell me how I'm supposed to feel. When all these nightmares become real.
So please don't ask me how. I ended up at my wits end. And breaking down. Pages torn from books we never read. 'Cause we're plugged into this grid. Don't pull this plug right now.
Hold on, slow down, again from the top now. And tell me everything. I know I've been gone for, what seems like forever. But I'm here now waiting. . To convince you that I'm not a ghost or a stranger.
To the sound of a heartbeat pounding away. To the rhythm of the awful rusted machines. We toss and turn but dont sleep. Each breath we take makes us thieves.
To the sound of a heartbeat pounding away. To the rhythym of the awful rusty machines. We toss and turn but don't sleep. Each breath we take makes us thieves.
To all you people standing proud. Thinking you know what I'm about. I think you can fuck yourself. . From your safe distance in this crowd. That's when your voice becomes so loud.
One last thing I beg you please, just before you go. I've watched you fly on paper wings half way round the world. Until they burned up in the atmosphere and sent you spiraling down.
Like a new day rising. Like a calm before the storm. Like fog lifting from valleys. On a sleeping forest floor. Eyes open slowly as the dust is shaken off.
Far from home on a road unknown. Where the vultures circle on winds that blow. From northern skies that haunt these waking moments. . On shadows cast by the mountain range.
Suffering from something we're not sure of. In a world there is no cure for. These lives we live test negative for happiness. . Flat line, no pulse but eyes open.
They're high on the watchtower. Keeping the peace. Whatever that means. Because you see the world through. Crosshairs and TVs, don't you?. . Ten foot walls built around us.
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.