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946 · Oct 2014
Bury Me
Sam shapiro Oct 2014
I see the writing on the walls
It's clear they're about to fall
Lights flicker on beneath the veil
Synapses burst and I exhale
Alive but I'm a life so frail
A ship thats just come in to set sail
Again
Into a sea 
Of sweet uncertainty 

The ground started shaking
The core all but aching
As it goes on making
Fools out of kings, all their things for the taking

I... Oh I can barely breathe
Please god, please don't ever leave 
I can't rebuild on the ashes of that debris 
So I'm askin' you to bury me
Oh bury me

We all came for the dance
Knowing it would never last
Caught up in the moments heat
And driven by some wild beat
And we believed that we could cheat death
How did we live with this ignorance in our heads
As though
We made the rules
Like we were anything but just tools

We were just play things
Our usefulness fading 
Soon to be forsaken
What made us live's just an end in the making

I... Oh I can barely breathe
Please god, please don't ever leave 
I can't rebuild on the ashes of that debris 
So I'm askin' you to bury me
Oh bury me

You were Gods final draft of perfect sketches
And me, I came out rough on the edges
You gave me strength to stand out from the wretches 
You gave me wings now I'm coming down from these ledges

But you don't know that I exist 
Amidst the pain that I emit 
I bled my soul in hopes you heard me
But in the rivers not a drop of mercy
And now here at the end
I find myself alone again
Still fighting just to breathe
On my lips you burned your name
You reached right into my veins
Til my heart was on your sleeve
And I don't think that you even know
The husk that you left, barren and so cold
Withered at your feet 

Ohh God, I'm asking you to bury me
Please, end my misery 
I can't live without you and can't die until you see
That's why I need you, I need you to bury me
Oh bury me..
Bury me
601 · Oct 2014
Industrialized
Sam shapiro Oct 2014
The sunset creeps down into the night
The rusted beast slowly roars to life
Cookie cutter streets from the birds eye
Mutter dusty creaks of a long decline
No one cares to hear
The opinions
Of the gears
Of pinions
Though they drive the wheel
So the machine clangs on ever despised
Cylinders bang off into the sky
Raining it's pollution on the population
An asbestos linked to cancer of aspirations
And the chemo is to kneel

Join all the people, be a good little cog
Behind white steeples are the black clouds of our smog

So feed the coal into the engine
Let the soul underneath it's skin
The mechanism leaps and starts to shutter
The heart beats, the eyelids flutter
As electricity strikes the coil
You'll be the next to breathe in the spoils
Of a steampunk, heretic machine
Just scrap and junk in the American dream

My, how green was the valley I used to dwell
Now choked on debris, a contaminated shell
A lonely leaf, pushed on by the breeze
Ground in the teeth of this incessant machine
No one dares
To raise a hand
All to scared
To break the shaft
And bring it all to a screeching halt
So it produces more toxins into the air
As it loosens the conscience for the despair
That we'll work to the bone and give it all trying to save
Let ourselves be robbed of the cradle and forced into the grave
In our blueprints there's a fault

Back in line, you just traded a number for a name
Content that's fine, you go back to fanning the flame

So feed the coal into the engine
Let the soul underneath it's skin
The mechanism leaps and starts to shutter
The heart beats, the eyelids flutter
As electricity strikes the coil
You'll be the next to breathe in the spoils
Of a steampunk, heretic machine
Just gears and junk in the American dream

My lungs oxidize
As I breathe in your sulfur
From the inside
Red rust flows like an ulcer
As the fire of this machine
Burns on into the night
Etching a depressing scene
Of dusk across the sky
A post-apocalyptic
Not so cryptic
Vision of the life and death
Of a botched by design
Once top of the line
Factory of labored breath
Designed for so much more than this
But only seen through the eyes of an alchemist

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