a lady in my backyard
and crashing down my sidewalk
the city sleeping came and went
intrusion sense of on your guard

the birds are talking i wish they wouldnt
I've missed the soaring likes
i view the road from far too close
as never meant to take it twice

these barefeet walk these pants stay up
my jeans dont wear a belt
I've torn my shirts and like it when
my rotten plans all came and went

the rocks are still
the clouds alive
her holiness aims
my wandering mind

then on return of last attempt
whispers grown and died
i heard "i tried my best for you"
whats left if otherwise

as of it hadn't been clear yet
it's their latest declaration
knocking on the door
we're the weapons of mass destruction

ear to the ground
nothing in the air
doesn't make a sound
fall to the ground
and stare

there's blood in the grave
a picture for the frame
what else can they do
but force us to mate

disruption of the flow
the population stands
snakes in the grass
have shaken my pace

ear to the ground
leaves in the air
don't make a sound
fall to the ground
nothing for you now

We were doing such a good job
Not ruining the moment
All of a sudden
The light saturating the earth fled
And dust took its place
To split us completely apart

Some brief howling put me on edge
Drove me into the ground
Waiting
I put on the bravest face i can
Beautiful wind sun and ruin
Hanging over my head

there's nothing out there
but something is calling
like another dimension
or the future is leaking

the outcome is different
what i hoped that would happen
there's no bigger network
ever since the silence was shattered

it's so simple i think
but adds up over time
then it walks back and forth
and crosses the lines

Flashing lights in front of closed eyes
Collapse mature again
I don't dare look
I just listen

A child of the modern age
A casualty of time
I'm told he wrote it well
The days before I know

And you can hear him breathe
For a moment you're together
And then we go
And then we go

there is a rage
a blinding void
urging the end
what i was, what i am, and what i will be

It was a hard day
Spent on my surface
Folding paper boats
Destined for defeat
A tragic daily narrative
Death before belief