i forget why i bother
then i remember
that i'm bothered
so i continue on
oh oh oh oh
my legs are weary
they've walkin' aimlessly around
the cracks in the street are the same
and everything in this town is to blame
i feel like i should fly away
but you have to learn how to fly
and im scared of being high above
because im so used to being down below
my life is subterranean
i could use a little less sunshine
and a little more night time
thats usually the better time
but its all to no use anyway
all these things i say
they are really only for me anyway
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an embryo floats through space
between the galaxies
thriving off the meaningless gravity
so free to fly, why come down
there is a finite feeling
to being stuck on the ground
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i've been stranded
in this civil war town
every corner branded with violence
these rotten streets of ambivalence
vapid vapor emotions
fog the frenzied houses
luring the injured spirits
in and out of death
back and forth march the massacred feet
no beat, just the endless refrain
so stained, with the desperate toil
all to spoil, they marched in vain
in and out
back and forth
marched the massacred feet
violently colliding
with every war torn body
destroying the last of the city again
such a deadly refrain,
marched the massacred feet
on the rotten streets of ambivalence