Hello & I’m sorry A salutation & a farewell I don’t have much time, this Times New Roman is going to fly From my fingertips like a plague of moth The hollow back letter shells crunched into the ground like a skin of a cicada This is all that’s left & you could 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 proletarian
To the bourgeoisie The tops of the skylines with the lacklustering enthusiasm The ground level is caked in dirt & rust & grim & the people who dwell there Wake & rub the filmy layer off their lukewarm eyes
There are some here I love Some who fear me, wish I was dead
I didn’t ask for this, no one asks for this You’re born into it You grow up oblivious of shelter & one day the evil reality hits you square between the eyes like a perfectly aimed bullet
If this were a movie I would ride off in a blood red sunset down a stretch of desert into the wasteland that keeps us captivate But this isn’t a movie
These are the badlands.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
