I’ll drag it through the city
let the weight break through the street
pull up the concrete
expose the sewers
let the stench infect
let the senses connect
this hideous vision of a societal dream
the perfect balance of despair and defeat
countries gone to shit
maybe I’ll photograph it
drag this heavy lense along
and capture every wrong
make a bill
off scenes that could kill
if we weren’t so detached and distracted
the world is dying
we don’t see a thing
‘cept green
trying to make a profit off any and every thing
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who needs skin when the moon is high
who needs lips when the breeze is cool
when the sun set looks just right
when the grass is always greener when you’re sitting on it
who needs touch when the skies are clear
who needs love when the world is up
don’t bring me down
don’t bring me down
don’t
bring me
down
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