Hello, and I'm sorry A salutation and a farewell I don't have much time
This Times New Roman is going to fly from my fingertips like a plague of moths The hollow black letter shells crunched into the ground like the skin of a cicada This is all that's left, and you can do whatever you want with it Keep it to yourself or let it serve as a warning
This city is disgusting; a corpse of what it used to be The people are filthy, gluttonous Ruled by the power exchange of sex from the hands of the proletariat to the bourgeoisie The tops of the skylines buzz with the lacklustre enthusiasm The ground level is caked in dirt and rust and grime And the people that dwell there wake and rub the filmy layer off their lukewarm eyes
There are some here I love Some who fear me And some who wish I was dead
I didn't ask for this No one asks for this You're born into it You grow up oblivious and sheltered And one day the evil realities of this place hit you square between the eyes like a perfectly aimed bullet
If this were a movie I would ride off in some blood red sunset down a stretch of desert road into the wasteland that keeps us captive here But this isn't a movie
These are the BADLANDS.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
