I will shamble in the ashes of a thousand burned out buildings
Dancing in disaster while the hot winds burn and blow
And the skies are getting darker while the lightening cracks
To frozen ground and black
Turns the ice and the snow.
All the world is turning and upturning
And spinning out of control
And all the world is burning
As the rage begins to grow
The streets are filled with nothing
Only smoke and char and rusted cars
And hollow voices in the darkness
Shouting out up to the stars
Calling for the things they need
Down to dead ears that hear no pleas
For the streets are filled with nothing
But choking fumes as thick as sludge
Frigid water filled with ash
Black and running quenching nothing
While the world is burning still
All the world is turning and upturning
And spinning out of control
And all the world is burning
As the rage begins to grow
So I dance in the dark
In the soot and smoke and the cold sick water
In the bones of the buildings that burn
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 10:26 PM UTC
I will shamble in the ashes of a thousand burned out buildings
Dancing in disaster while the hot winds burn and blow
And the skies are getting darker while the lightening cracks
To frozen ground and black
Turns the ice and the snow.
All the world is turning and upturning
And spinning out of control
And all the world is burning
As the rage begins to grow
The streets are filled with nothing
Only smoke and char and rusted cars
And hollow voices in the darkness
Shouting out up to the stars
Calling for the things they need
Down to dead ears that hear no pleas
For the streets are filled with nothing
But choking fumes as thick as sludge
Frigid water filled with ash
Black and running quenching nothing
While the world is burning still
All the world is turning and upturning
And spinning out of control
And all the world is burning
As the rage begins to grow
So I dance in the dark
In the soot and smoke and the cold sick water
In the bones of the buildings that burn
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