The City - The Haunted

It’s infected

This city’s a wasteland

Slow drone reality

Figure head and scapegoats

Holding back the punch line

To exaggerate just right

We’re collecting IOU’s and absent apologies

The unspoken sense of betrayal lingers

Can we get it right?

When everything we know is so wrong

Everything is expandable here

Mannequins and advert placements

We leave no mark

No tasting impressions

(For a next of kin)

We decay

We cower

We remain silent victims

We argue

We justify our own demise

Inner test market

We suck up the fumes

Meat, ones and bright ideas

It’s all insane