retroactivebakeries:The car is on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheelAnd the sewers are all mud

retroactivebakeries:The car is on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheelAnd the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicidesAnd a dark wind blows The government is corruptAnd we’re on so many drugsWith the radio on and the curtains drawn We’re trapped in the belly of this horrible machineAnd the machine is bleeding to death The sun has fallen downAnd the billboards are all leeringAnd the flags are all dead at the top of their poles It went like this: The buildings tumbled in on themselvesMothers clutching babies Picked through the rubbleAnd pulled out their hair The skyline was beautiful on fireAll twisted metal stretching upwardsEverything washed in a thin orange haze I said, “Kiss me, you’re beautiful -These are truly the last days" You grabbed my hand And we fell into itLike a daydream Or a fever We woke up one morning and fell a little further downFor sure it’s the valley of death I open up my walletAnd it’s full of blood -- source link
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