Testo di A4Anxiety

We Live outside of the machine. the City's air unfit to breathe. The bitter taste is salty sweet-like Powdered sugar and concrete. A silhouette of you and me Lit the light-polluted scene. A boulevard for every tree- Christen cross-diagonal streets. Pigeons wade and sift debris- with Paper cranes and lift machines. One thousand wings, together flap. The sound of mother nature's clap. Ocean birds enjoy a lap -a Theraputic oil bath -with Plastic bags and manowars -that Dance around the ocean floor Pixies arc from copper vines Hung in modernist design. the Smokey sky is turning black Amoung the piles of burning trash Our pail of sin has sprung a leak! Corral the shit into the sea! And fill it up until it seeps From the cracks that line the urban streets.