Pocket watches watched us.
The whole world clocked us.
Like sprinters in winter, we runnin’ outta breath.
What’s left when your dignity is washed down the faucet?
Eventually the bought us. Brought us to, the faded end of the margin.
Us words they treated we like Martians.
A fueled rebellion.
William tell them the answer to the riddle.
Silence in the thinking chamber.
Astral plane, seemingly insane, but there is no danger.
I disappeared for a moment in plain sight.
Mental mechanic playing games with life.
There are no levers to vote with; hands cut off.
The ones you used to use to praise the Most with.
The ones you used to toast with if you even had an occasion to do so.
Eyes wide, like a child’s open upon seeing a new snow.
A new revolt came like a jolt in the rain.
And Ben’s kite. Well, it never was electrocuted.
Executed wordplay, Zombie Day we all stand in attention by the grave of us.
Be modern days slaves til we awake and break up out this maze.
Today’s the day. Today’s the bloody day!