blue dome
my home
cant roam
needles in the foam

signs
fines
crimes
deaf mimes

its all wrong
no song
no ****
short light dark long

greed enslaves
everyone craves
corpse in the waves
crash on our graves

peace slipped from hand
glass in the sand
wounded sky around land
consequences grand

our apathy trust
possessions our ******
oblivion with gust
we'll even trample our dust...