Is there anything in your sky?
What did you want to find
when you reached for the stars?
Did you find that it was empty,
Did you find that your dreams are null?
Parking lot town, people combine letters
And called it their burden, their excuse
Why did you do that? Didn’t you see that everyone
have one, does their chain have any more importance
‘cause its got a backronym on it?
We cry on the divian,
But our hour is up,
The next victim of a society gone wrong
takes our place
A cornflower blue pill slids down my throught
In kindergarden i traded it for my friends lipstick reds.
Posted on Saturday, 4 April 2009
