Please say something
Or is it just impossible,
To speak of what you know
Unspeakable of what you see,
Deep down we burn
And in the shadows
Of this derelict place,
I find it hard to live this way
In the dampness and the mould,
I no longer feel whole
And from pole to pole,
I see so many things
That truly disturb me,
And so I put my headphones on
And close my eyes tight,
To keep out the horrors
And pray for the light,
And as the sounds pound
Through my ears,
Deep into my head,
I see the bodies laying dead
In this brutal world,
It’s hard to say something
That will justify this,
Sights that nothing can wash away
It’s sick and so depraved,
And here march
The black shirts again,
In roll the death machines
Decorating front pages of magazines,
I am going crazy
So maybe it’s time to throw a party,
A global liberation bloc party,
That will help get the revolution started
To reclaim the streets, our homes, our lives,
So we can finally banish the darkness
And at last let once more the sun rise.
fauxcroft 