Textures

Hands in the sky, a flowing stream of purity,
Flowers in the wind, swinging and swinging,
Stars stretching from Pluto to Mercury,
To an everlasting hope ,

Songbirds tweeting away,
Their sweet, sweet song leading me astray,
With all the wonders of the world,
Why do we ask what to do?

Still we don't do a damn thing,
Still we don't do a damn thing,
But rot,
But live to rot in the earth,
Feasted on by worms
We're the robots of yesterday,
And the dead society of tomorrow,
Where is the higher power now?
Where is the saving grace to save us from our graves?

We build, then we destroy,
Living life to destroy,
Destroying our lives to live

We,
We fall,
We fall faster than a comet breaking up in the sky,
We,
We never try,
We will keep dying and destroying even when the air forever leaves our lungs,
A genius design


Faster, faster,
Faster to an everlasting wasteland,
Caught in the desert of desire,
Burning in the fire
Unsaturated colors,
Numb and cold textures,
Unsure, unsure,

Hands in the sky, A flowing stream of purity,
Flowers in the wind, swinging and swinging,
Stars stretching from Pluto to Mercury,
To an everlasting hope ,
A hope...
That will never come.