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The Road To Nowhere

The lightning climbing up the walls,The finger drawings on the glass,The map of those who used to live here,Until the gilded hand was broken-

Often there's a voice in my sleep at night,The words inside my skull ignite.But once I wake, I cannot read them:My bloody hands remain a question mark.

Sifting through the jacobs of time,Or hiding in the bones of the cityThe engines sing along with the cries.This song, it spells disaster,But it's buried in the laughter--

The words that fall from out the mouthsCan change your handsAnd split the skin,So I will keep myself apartFrom shining eyesAnd priveledge boredom .

The thing that I've learnt from unusual bloodIs never touch a person's comfort fort.The voice of change is often heardBut fear itself has come to visit.

Sifting through the jacobs of time,Or hiding in the bones of the cityThe engines sing along with the cries.Their song, it spells disaster,But we drown it out with laughter.

And our eyesRose, pointed at the skies, looking for an answer.And our hands,They were stained and black and grey,busy solving problems.And the backs were bent, below the fallOf things we'll never knowUntil it breaks us.And in the comfort of the earthWe will not wonder what we're worth,No, we will sleep soundly.

All on the road to nowhere.