Down the street the old man cried,
“let me sleep! i’ve got nothing to hide!”
but the thieves and the mold care not for such things
as they burned and they burned
and they burned
Wrinkled ladies in oversized rings
yelled out their price for the prisoner’s things
“settle down, settle down, there’s more where this came from.”
as they smiled and they smiled
and they smiled
The youth shiver below, crude laughter in the sky
fear overdosing on their tongues like a chalky vice
cold hands, cold heads, staining memories, red ink on shoes
as they crumbled and they crumbled
and they crumbled
The marching of shadows shambled in the light
“roll up, roll up! lucky winner hold tight!”
slave to the mechanical beating heart of powders and liquids and glittering heat
as they fell and they fell
and they fell
Wriggling corpses build their huts along the naked land
stumbling past crowded bones as they long played their hand
“mercy, mercy, our children starve!”
as they withered and they withered
and they withered
The earth spins off its ruptured axis
flinging it’s occupants in a human crisis
the old moose groans and the silver trees splinter
as they sank and they sank
and they sank
Life seems forever as decay eats decay
as adults never seem to turn tomorrow into today
the only mark of the living left like pressed flowers in a crumbling world
as we wept and we wept
and we wept
People in straight suits say ignorance is bliss
well ignorance made me a ****** kid
i’ll tell you
i’ll let you
in on a little secret
misery is a card you don’t want to play
and death is a dept you don’t want to pay
The 15th, 16th, 17th century
the 21st
the ******* 100th
round and round
over and over
pushing time again and again
Oh the lessons are never learnt
and the punishments are always served
and the only ones left in it all
are corporate businesses who
sweep the ice cubes under the fridge
Oh we’ll suffer
oh we’ll cry
oh we’ll tumble and grumble until we all die
But the world will keep turning
and the mistakes keep churning
until we are left with no more
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 8:45 AM UTC
Down the street the old man cried,
“let me sleep! i’ve got nothing to hide!”
but the thieves and the mold care not for such things
as they burned and they burned
and they burned
Wrinkled ladies in oversized rings
yelled out their price for the prisoner’s things
“settle down, settle down, there’s more where this came from.”
as they smiled and they smiled
and they smiled
The youth shiver below, crude laughter in the sky
fear overdosing on their tongues like a chalky vice
cold hands, cold heads, staining memories, red ink on shoes
as they crumbled and they crumbled
and they crumbled
The marching of shadows shambled in the light
“roll up, roll up! lucky winner hold tight!”
slave to the mechanical beating heart of powders and liquids and glittering heat
as they fell and they fell
and they fell
Wriggling corpses build their huts along the naked land
stumbling past crowded bones as they long played their hand
“mercy, mercy, our children starve!”
as they withered and they withered
and they withered
The earth spins off its ruptured axis
flinging it’s occupants in a human crisis
the old moose groans and the silver trees splinter
as they sank and they sank
and they sank
Life seems forever as decay eats decay
as adults never seem to turn tomorrow into today
the only mark of the living left like pressed flowers in a crumbling world
as we wept and we wept
and we wept
People in straight suits say ignorance is bliss
well ignorance made me a ****** kid
i’ll tell you
i’ll let you
in on a little secret
misery is a card you don’t want to play
and death is a dept you don’t want to pay
The 15th, 16th, 17th century
the 21st
the ******* 100th
round and round
over and over
pushing time again and again
Oh the lessons are never learnt
and the punishments are always served
and the only ones left in it all
are corporate businesses who
sweep the ice cubes under the fridge
Oh we’ll suffer
oh we’ll cry
oh we’ll tumble and grumble until we all die
But the world will keep turning
and the mistakes keep churning
until we are left with no more
what a world we live in
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