sun sets slow, leaves a sticky glaze in it's path

progress' pace is paralyzed

they took an axe and whacked and hacked and chopped the town in half;

cut it to size revealing bluer skies



here's the place where makeshift men die TV deaths; in this town we live close

to the ground



bright light hurts my eyes, i care even less for the city



this is the square where they all stared each other down; here's the car that

drove them straight up the wall

where's the barrel that blinded everyone with it's glare

cracked, but the act will stand the test of time



here's the place where makeshift men die TV deaths; in this town we live close

to the ground



bright light hurts my eyes, i care even less for the city