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 city

The engines sing along with the cries

This song, it spells disaster

But it's buried in the laughter

(Ooooh oooh oohoooooo)

(Ooooh oooh oohoooooo)

(Oooooooooo)

The words that fall from out the mouths

Can change your hands

And split the skin

so I will keep myself apart

from shining eyes

and priveledge boredom

The thing that I've learnt from unusual blood

Is never touch a person's comfort fort

The voice of change is often heard

But fear itself has come to visit

Sifting through the jacobs of time

Or hiding in the bones of the city

The engines sing along with the cries

Their song, it spells disaster

But we drown it out with laughter

And our eyes

Rose, 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 fall

of things we'll never know

Until it breaks us

And in the comfort of the earth

We will not wonder what we're worth

No, we will sleep soundly

All on the road to nowhere