After a Hundred Years
I wake from my deep slumber. My body won’t move anymore.And just like those afflicted, I’ve lost my place among the rest.A tag is tied to everything that wasn’t given a price.But we’ve no duty to pay for our values or our boasting.
The earth spins aimlessly round and round like a drunk fighter jet.What if violence and words could come together?
If I lie among the city winds, wake me up after a hundred years.I’ll find nearby all that which the earth could not reclaim.Should the stiff fruit in my backyard turn a bright red, let me know.Whisper it to the gentle breeze when it visits this summer.Cross the skies.
I’ve come to hate my hometown. I’ve come to hate the snow as well.I have no plans to commit suicide along with my memories.In the quiet of the evening, I strain my ears towards the sea.Towards the place that I love. Towards the town where she was raised.
Between the one you hate the most in this world and the one most important to you,You may only save one.
And yet I’m still conflicted so. That’s the price of humanity.My conscience is always there. I can feel its agony.Should the stiff fruit in my backyard turn a bright red, let me know.Whisper it to the gentle breeze when it visits this summer.Cross the skies.
The land below has fallen to ruin. No life exists here anymore.A space shuttle, the new Noah’s Ark, left vapor trails as it blasted off.
Everyone has fled the earth.They’ve all fled the earth.They’ve all fled the earth.They’ve all fled the earth.
They’ve all fled the earth.They’ve all fled the earth.They’ve all fled the earth.They’ve all fled the earth.
I wave to the lingering vapor trails.Bid them farewell.Bid them farewell.Bid them farewell.Bid them farewell.Bid them farewell.Bid them farewell.
And so this town has now burnt out. Wake me up after a hundred years.I’ll still be scarred with all that which the earth could not reclaim.Should the stiff fruit in my backyard turn a bright red, let me know.Whisper it to the gentle breeze when it visits this summer.
Cross the skies.