A Critique of Life as We Know It (A Message from the Dead) -

This sleeping city is a silent reaper

I’ve heard about death and where to find it

Just open your hands and look closely

He who seeks, he shall also find

See you on the other side, you don’t belong anywhere here

It’s sad but so are you

It’s not even news at all, and it won’t sell any glossy magazines

The silence says it all

Most places have greater problemsbut they tough it out only to get screwed

Over time and again

Where we live it’s the social codes and interactions

And what might or might not trickle down

I care about the reasons but right now I’m just calling a tragedy

What it is

This is what happens after one too many broken promises

Just add up the pros and cons, see what a life is worth here and now

This is criticism at its clearest, but these cries fall on deaf ears

Whare are you meant to be?

Just a number in a column

Is there anythig else to hope for?

Just a fancy funeral